Dang Yang was slowly approaching, and An Yue turned around, picking up the gift from the floor. It was a bottle of perfume, a fragrance famous for its seductive and desire-inducing qualities.
Dang Yang came up behind An Yue, reached out, encircled An Yue's waist from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder.
An Yue opened the perfume and gave it a light spray in the air, letting a special scent float through the atmosphere.
An Yue took a sniff, feeling nothing special.
She had never used this kind of perfume before and didn't find it particularly special; it didn't smell much different from the perfumes she usually used.
Dang Yang took a gentle whiff with his eyes closed, not sure if it was because of the perfume or An Yue's natural scent, but he felt his blood suddenly boil, his body restless.
"So fragrant," Dang Yang murmured softly, his tone somewhat dazed and enchanted, tilting his head as if wanting to kiss An Yue's neck.
