"That scent, so familiar, so familiar."
Xiao Mei lowered her head, murmuring softly as it brushed past her nose.
As she sat there, she felt enveloped in warmth, a relaxation she had never felt before.
The heart that had long been frozen, quietly melted away.
Truly, truly, so familiar.
It was as if she had smelled this scent a long, long time ago, an unforgettable one.
At the entrance of the men's restroom.
"There shouldn't be any smell now, right? I've been blowing under the hand dryer for five or six minutes."
"I hope she's already gone, otherwise that little girl Yang Lingshan will laugh me to death."
Ye Tian lowered his head, took a deep breath, and lightly smiled.
He looked up.
With a bang, soft jade fell into his arms. Ye Tian's heart trembled, and he quickly pushed the woman away, his voice choked with emotion, "I'm sorry."
The whole process took less than two seconds.
