Lu Qian asked to stay here, and Bai Ling didn't dare to utter a word of refusal. She personally escorted Lu Qian inside and closed the door gently.
However, since he had set up a persona of a cold and aloof disciple from a major sect, Lu Qian couldn't retreat hastily; he had to accept it despite himself. Wrapping those suspiciously oversized fabrics in spiritual power, he casually tossed them into a wardrobe and sat on the fragrant ivory bed, feeling a bit distracted himself.
That night, Senior Sister's fragrance was so pleasant too...
It was gentle and intoxicating, like a blend of sunlight, gardenias, and lotuses, making one want to take a deeper breath.
Senior Sister's lip balm was also sweet. Yes, I should savor it properly when I return.
Ahem, indeed, a tender home and a hero's grave. Just stepping half a foot in already makes one reluctant to leave.
Come to think of it, every woman's perfume is different.
