The fragrance subtly penetrated his nostrils, a soft bundle fell into his arms, like cupping a clear spring with both hands, impossible to grasp, the clear stream flowed downward along his fingers and the back of his hand.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Liang Qu always felt that Eying's "scent" today was somewhat different from usual, vaguely resembling the aroma of a ripe peach, mixed with a hint of sweet wine from fermentation.
He lowered his head to sniff her hair deeply.
"What do you mean by 'how amazing'? Is this the first time you've known how amazing I am?"
"I've always known."
"Humph, I don't think so. Today, I'll show you something even more amazing."
"How amazing?"
"Knowingly asking!"
