The atmosphere suddenly became warm, and Zhao Rong fell silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.
At this moment, Qian'er smiled as she took the brocade bag, tying the strings at the opening while softly advising:
"This bag should not be opened often, as the exotic fragrance of Whale Song Amber will spill out. The material of the bag is specially made to lock it in..."
She stuffed the retied sachet into his chest, her small hand lingeringly touched Zhao Rong's chest, and then her index finger curled up, drawing circles on his chest.
"Rong'er, the exotic fragrance of Whale Song Amber usually disperses widely; it requires a medium, like being mixed with water or lit to release its fragrance."
Qian'er narrowed her eyes, speaking quietly to him:
