Every woman has her own unique scent.
For Zhou Wang, the "perfume connoisseur," after deliberately studying this field and gaining a basic understanding of various brand perfumes, he has been able to "identify women by scent" to a certain extent.
At this moment, Zhou Wang felt a bit of familiarity.
Lingering under the blanket was a blend of clove and vanilla, accompanied by a hint of violet, and upon a closer sniff, a faint scent reminiscent of iris blooming in the dark could be detected.
This scent, seemingly with a unique cool texture, made Zhou Wang slightly dazed.
He lifted the blanket, revealing the woman curled up beside him.
In just an instant, Zhou Wang could confirm the woman was not his senior, because the maturity of her figure, like a ripe peach, was vastly different from his senior's.
"Hmm..."
