When Rong Qingqing leaned over just now, the back of her head brushed past the tip of his nose.
He could clearly smell the scent on her body.
A very pleasant, faint fragrance.
Maybe it was her body wash, or maybe her shampoo.
Or perhaps it was the scent of the body lotion she used.
Shen Jue disdainfully tossed the remaining half of the fried dumpling on his chopsticks onto the empty plate, "Hah, looks like a dog chewed it."
Shen Jue pushed the plate aside, deciding out of sight, out of mind, and took a few sips of porridge, but soon his gaze drifted back to it.
A moment later, he expressionlessly picked it up again.
"Only a woman like Rong Qingqing would waste food like this, taking a bite and then running off, huh."
Forty minutes later, Rong Qingqing hurriedly came down from upstairs all dressed up.
She thought she'd see Shen Jue with a dark look downstairs, but instead, he scolded her the moment she rushed out of the elevator.
