The beauty suspiciously sniffed around, feeling that the box carried a slight hint of a scent that made it wary, but the natural smell of ginseng was too strong. Coupled with that tiny bit of makeup water from Qian's bag, the mixture was too overwhelming.
The beauty sniffed again but still couldn't sense anything, so it sniffed Qian's hands again, which lacked the scent after she washed them.
Was its sense of smell messed up after tasting that oddly flavored duck neck? The beauty decided it would sneak into Qian's wardrobe and gnaw on her scarf for revenge when she wasn't looking.
Yu Minglang returned late at night, seeing Qian asleep on the sofa, his heart softened.
Was she waiting for him to come back?
He went over to pick her up and take her to the bedroom, but as soon as he touched her, Qian woke up.
"You're back!"
He still carried the coolness from outside. She rubbed her face against his chilly cheek, finding it refreshing.
"Hmm, why aren't you asleep yet?"
