Sniff.
Wu Wang's nose twitched slightly, catching a whiff of an almost imperceptible fragrance. This scent was unique, seemingly able to induce bewildering thoughts, as if he saw his own Young Master dancing before his eyes, or Fairy Ling shedding her thin gauze dress in front of him.
Wu Wang's Dao Heart trembled slightly, and all fantasies vanished. Impressive, indeed, he thought, fixing his gaze on the fox-woman walking ahead. He spoke calmly, "Miss Lu'er, is your body fragrance natural?"
The young woman in front of him paused, immediately concealing the captivating fragrance. She then turned, a hint of worry in her eyes. Seeing Wu Wang's calm expression and clear gaze, she instinctively glanced down towards his lower abdomen.
Her pretty face flushed red, and she whispered, "I'm sorry, I still can't quite control this scent."
Wu Wang looked down and realized he might have made a fool of himself.
