On the back of her hand, the girl's freshly bathed skin felt slightly cool, and the familiar scent of shampoo lingered in the air.
"Ah!"
Ye Qiao suddenly cried out in surprise, grabbing his arm.
Feeling her trembling fingers resting on his arm, Ji Mo looked at her with concern.
"Should we change it?"
Ye Qiao lifted her face and smiled at him, "No, the scarier it is, the more thrilling!"
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine, don't worry!" She secretly moved closer to him, "But, I do need to borrow your arm."
She lifted his arm onto her shoulder, and boldly leaned onto him. Ji Mo hadn't realized she was pretending, and comfortingly patted her shoulder, returning his focus to the screen.
However, his eyes were on the screen, but he couldn't see what was playing.
There was a scent—familiar and fragrant—which was the scent of his shampoo.
It was strange; he'd always used that shampoo and never found it aromatic before. Why did it change once she used it?
