Yijun glanced at the book in front of her and then at her tear-filled eyes: "Have you been crying?"
"What's it to you?"
"This book is indeed well-written. It's normal to be moved to tears."
"The library needs to be quiet, please don't talk."
"Alright." Yijun obediently opened the borrowed book and started reading.
Song Lingling: ...
Yijun's arrival affected Song Lingling's mood, and she couldn't get into her book anymore.
This man sat there silently, yet she could feel the extraordinary aura emanating from him.
It was as if this aura was enveloping her—
At such close proximity, she could smell the crisp scent coming from him.
It smelled so good that Song Lingling found herself almost addicted to it.
She lowered her head to look at her book, her gaze fixed, yet her thoughts were centered on Yijun.
She felt surrounded by something.
Was it his aura, or his scent?
Or was he deliberately wearing some bewildering perfume to gain her trinket?
