Jian Anning's face suddenly burst into red, and she thought, that's it, now that Yu Zexiao knows how much she likes him, won't his tail shoot up into the sky?
Yu Zexiao leaned his head onto the nook of her shoulder and took a light whiff, her hair's subtle fragrance lingering at his nostrils. He really liked her scent, like fresh flowers and fruits, without any pungent smell of cosmetics, making one want to taste it.
This peaceful and soothing scent, mixed with a hint of emotion, deeply intoxicated him.
"Anning," he suddenly lifted his head gently, looking at her translucent earlobes, his voice deep and low, "Was what you just said true?"
