What happened today completely shattered Yuan Xiaoxiao's pride in her usual rationality. Like most people, Yuan Xiaoxiao could hardly speak kindly when angry!
So she was eager to call out every fault she could find on Xie Qikan. It didn't matter if it was good or bad—if she could criticize it, it was all bad!
Thus, the petite woman fixed her gaze on Xie Qikan and uttered those words one by one. Yet, in truth, the scent on the man, even though tinged with the fragrance of cologne, was still masculine, with a hint of freshness—still so enticing. It didn't detract from Xie Qikan's inherent charm; this man was so perfect it seemed an affront to both heaven and earth.
"The scent?" Xie Qikan's sculpted visage froze for a moment, then a sudden ash-gray shadow washed over his expression, his heart aching fiercely.
