Though the words were addressed to Yun Ran, her gaze kept drifting towards Nangong Mo, and she subtly inched closer to him as if unintentionally.
Yun Ran glanced at the man who was pretending to nap with his eyes closed, looking completely unruffled, and secretly gritted her teeth:
[Oh, Nangong Mo! Aren't you known for your extraordinary senses? How come they're failing now?]
But her body was more honest.
Yun Ran swiftly stepped in front of Hong Luan, looking at her with a half-smile, "My lord is allergic to fragrances, you should keep your distance from him!"
Hong Luan was startled, then suddenly retreated as if frightened, "Apologies, Princess! Hong Luan didn't know His Highness was allergic to fragrances..."
Seemingly both startled and anxious, her footing faltered, and she softly fell to the ground, letting out a delicate cry that was almost sweet enough to drip.
Yun Ran: "..."
[Fell before the wind even blew?]
