Ning Feiyan could tell that this boy had an extreme love for cleanliness, likely bordering on a minor obsession, as he always emanated a faint, refreshing scent.
How could a person smell like moonlight after the rain, not only not repelling people but instead making them sink deeper into infatuation?
All of Baili An's initial plans in his heart were overturned, the precious scroll he held in his hand was crumpled, and he had no mind to flip through it anymore, all his intended actions swallowed as if into a void.
This little enchanting demon, truly formidable!
His fingers trailed through her hair, slowly sliding down to her neck, gently stabilizing her.
This unconscious gentle gesture let a trace of softness, unnoticed even by herself, flick across the depths of Ning Feiyan's eyes.
