She had a unique feminine fragrance, accompanied by the sweet scent of perfume, exuding an extreme charm, very alluring.
But his girl.
He had never smelled even a hint of perfume on her, it was always her subtle body scent, the faint aroma of her body wash. Furthermore, there seemed to be some magic power about her, drawing him irresistibly closer whenever he approached her.
However, for Zhou Yalin.
Even as she lay so obediently beneath him, as her body carried such enticing allure, as she so actively embraced him, he still felt nothing, and even in the depths of his heart, an uncontrollable sense of disgust welled up.
He thought, the vague, hazy confusion and mystery in his heart seemed... to have begun finding an answer.
Zhou Yalin... she was not her, she was not the girl in his heart.
