Speaking of which, Jiang Nian has also seen Xu Qianqian's wardrobe.
Gotta say, a young girl's wardrobe really is fragrant. The moment you open it, you feel overwhelmed and dazzled.
Later on, he realized it was because Xu Qianqian had fiercely grabbed his neck.
Couldn't catch his breath.
On the way home, the streetlights were dim.
"Xu Qianqian." Jiang Nian stopped his shuffling footsteps, looked back at her, "What kind of sachets do you have in your wardrobe?"
Hearing this, Xu Qianqian was stunned for a moment, then her face turned crimson. In her shame and anger, she started punching and kicking him.
"Sachet this!"
"You pervert!"
Song Xiyun watched them in surprise, glancing at both.
Then she pondered that she doesn't have any sachets in her wardrobe either, but it seems to have a scent, the smell of detergent.
As she continued to think, she suddenly snapped back to reality.
It's none of her business.
