Feeling her awkwardness, Leng Qianyu's eyebrows furrowed even tighter.
"Am I dirty?"
"No... it's not that, I'm afraid of getting you dirty."
Gu Shi hurriedly extended her arm and gently hugged his neck, lifting her body slightly, and only then did Leng Qianyu start to descend the mountain.
The man had a faint scent, not overly sweet, somewhat like pine, with a hint of tobacco — the scent of the Gucci perfume he loved to use, light yet richly substantial, a stable aroma tinged with a trace of mystery.
The man's back was broad and solid, like a mountain giving reassurance.
Gu Shi gradually relaxed, cautiously resting her face closer, gently placing it on his neck and back, carefully inhaling his scent.
On the back, the girl's body was soft and warm.
With each step, her long hair slipped into his collar, lightly brushing against his skin, and then her fragrance spread.
He naturally recalled that night, burying his face in her hair... unconsciously slowing his pace.
