Having heard Zhan Qipei's words, Qiao Jing unconsciously curled her lips, yet she hummed, "You might not mind, but I certainly do. My skin isn't as thick as yours."
As she spoke, she lifted her arm to smell it and unconsciously furrowed her brows.
Since escaping the laboratory, and being forced to jump into the sea when their cruise ship hit a reef, until they swam ashore on this island, she had not had a chance to cleanse herself.
So, the scent on her body was indeed not very pleasant...
Seeing Qiao Jing's actions, Zhan Qipei suddenly moved closer, lowered his head, and buried it in her neck.
Almost instinctively, Qiao Jing raised her hand and pushed Zhan Qipei away, looking at him suspiciously, "What are you doing?"
If it had been someone else, she might have kicked them directly!
Zhan Qipei chuckled softly, his magnetic voice resonating, "Didn't you say you smelled? I just want to smell to see if it's true."
Qiao Jing gave him a cold look, at a loss for words.
