The room was clean and tidy, free of even a speck of dust.
The walls were painted with a light green powder paint, and the furniture was simple yet complete.
"Please have a seat," Liu Chaoyan offered Shen Mochen a glass of water.
"Thank you…"
Shen Mochen said softly, slowly letting out a sigh.
The air was filled with a young girl's subtle scent, cleansing Shen Mochen's lungs, causing a bit of discomfort.
It seemed as if beautiful girls all had a fragrance to them, and Liu Chaoyan's was particularly notable.
Others' body scents had more or less reference points in reality, but it was Liu Chaoyan's scent that was the most unique.
It was indescribably evocative, as if plunging one into nature, with the sequestered fragrance of a hundred flowers in a valley, it seemed to purify one's spirit, offering boundless pleasure that one couldn't forget.
"Shen, how have you been adjusting to life these past few days?" Liu Chaoyan gestured for him to sit on a chair and asked with a smile.
