"What are you thinking about?"
Dong Huiying brought over a chair and was sitting under the eaves, basking in the sun, when suddenly she was enveloped in a fragrant embrace.
Shujun stretched out his arms from behind and pulled her into his embrace. The fragrance from him was just like his personality; it was a scent that Dong Huiying had concocted over the past few days when she had nothing to do. It was passionate, charming, with a hint of innocence, perfectly suited for Shujun.
She remembered how he laughed like a child and was especially happy when he received this sachet.
Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder how there could be someone like Shujun in this world.
He had a large business, seemingly a man of great ambition, greedy and with much aspiration.
But that wasn't the case.
At least, in terms of affection, he was quite easy to satisfy.
Even if she just smiled at him a little more or gave him a small gift, he could be happy for several days.
