Xi Jing went to great lengths to find the same product, but unfortunately, none were sold nearby; he didn't find a single bottle.
Xi Jing leaned against the counter, lost in thought, trying to figure out why Chuzheng liked that shower gel so much.
What did it smell like?
He wouldn't normally pull himself away to smell it on purpose, and after long-term exposure to the same scent, it becomes impossible to distinguish.
Xi Jing couldn't remember what the shower gel smelled like now...
Seeing a store clerk nearby, Xi Jing called him over and asked, "Did I have a particular scent on me before?"
The store clerk was baffled by this question: "Boss, there's only the milky scent of cakes in our store, where would any other scent come from?"
Xi Jing was taken aback, then suddenly his eyes lit up: "I know!"
Store Clerk: "???"
Know what?
The confused store clerk left, occasionally glancing back at Xi Jing.
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Night fell.
