Young Master Xie has some understanding of fragrances, and the scent of the perfume on An Jiayi is very pleasant—more precisely, it has a soothing effect that can help with sleep.
Xie Zhang was inevitably curious about this.
He held An Jiayi in his arms, asking casually, "Why aren't you speaking? I'm asking you, what's the scent of the perfume?"
An Jiayi's eyelashes trembled, Xie Zhang's hand was on her lower abdomen, very warm, his breath faintly carrying the smell of alcohol, not yet completely dissipated.
An Jiayi said, "I blended it myself, does Mr. Xie like it? I can mix a bottle for you."
Xie Zhang chuckled, replying casually, "Sure, you can give it a try."
An Jiayi nodded, then she said, "Mr. Xie, am I moving out?"
"Why?" Xie Zhang frowned, "You don't like this house? What kind of house do you like?"
An Jiayi understood, Xie Zhang wasn't upset with her.
She pondered for a moment, then softly said, "I like one that no other women have lived in."
