Thankfully, the Grass and Wood Fragrance coiling around Mo Ling slowly loosened its hold, and his feeling of suffocation faded.
"Strange... there's no scent of blood on him, nor any other smell. Is he just a bit mischievous?"
The Grass and Wood Fragrance directly scooped Mo Ling up and placed him outside the swaddling cloth.
Without the protection of the Grass and Wood Fragrance, the surrounding scents instantly rushed in.
It must have just rained. The smell of the fresh downpour was everywhere, clean and refreshing. The scents were filled with moisture, which made Mo Ling feel very comfortable.
'So comfortable.'
Mo Ling flopped right down and started to roll around in the scent of the rain.
However, before he could start playing, the Grass and Wood Fragrance scooped him up again and stuffed him back into the swaddling cloth. Mo Ling could only squirm and struggle, but to his dismay, he could no longer break free and return to the scent of the rain.
