"Sister Hanyan, are you wearing perfume?"
Enveloped by the soft, fragrant woman in his arms, Chen Yang was completely mesmerized. During their last treatment session, he had noticed that Lu Hanyan's natural scent was unique, like a mixture of floral fragrances. This time, holding her, that refreshing and pleasant floral aroma was even more intense.
"I rarely use perfume." Lu Hanyan buried her delicate face in Chen Yang's chest, finding comfort in his solid and secure presence. "I've had a natural fragrance since I was a child. The last time we met, I had just showered, so the scent wasn't as strong."
"I see."
Upon hearing Lu Hanyan's explanation, Chen Yang's eyes lit up, and his powerful body trembled slightly.
