Early in the morning, Xue Yang woke up on time, while Lin Xi was still sleeping soundly. He gently tucked her in before leaving. A cold wind had howled last night, but now the sun was shining brightly. Nevertheless, the days were growing colder.
Just as Xue Yang entered the school grounds, Cui Hao caught him. "Xue Yang, my man, if you tell me you don't have a beauty stashed away in your house, I'll refuse to believe you."
"What do you mean?"
Cui Hao sniffed around Xue Yang like a bloodhound. "You haven't smelled it?"
"Smelled what?"
"Lately, you've had this subtle fragrance about you. And it seems your sense of style has improved, too."
Xue Yang lifted his arms, sniffing left and right. "I don't smell anything. As for my style, haven't I always dressed like this?"
