"You can just tell me, can't you?" Jesse Rowan chuckled.
"My father's friend is a perfumer, this is custom-made. The top notes are citrus champagne, green apple, blackberry; the mid notes are red rose, agarwood, cypress, red lotus, golden lotus; the base notes are vanilla, orchid, patchouli, cedarwood, and amber."
"Oh..." Jesse Rowan drawled, as if suddenly enlightened, "That's quite enlightening."
Joan Harry closed her eyes and did not speak again.
However, Jesse Rowan, like a puppy, wrapped his arms around Joan Harry's waist and sniffed the fragrance of her perfume again.
Just as Joan tried to move, he pressed down on her, not allowing her to move.
"Joan, the scent of your perfume is the most pleasant I've ever smelled, and it suits you so well."
Joan Harry didn't want to say another word to him, her brows furrowed, her face pale and exhausted.