Tingquan Small House.
Zhu Nanzhi hurried out from the house, like a little cat following a scent, and fell straight into Lu Jin'an's arms: "Hus..."
Before she could finish saying "band", she furrowed her gentle brows and leaned in to sniff Lu Jin'an...
The aroma was gentle, like the scent of gardenias.
This is... the fragrance Master has!
Zhu Nanzhi looked up at Lu Jin'an with suspicion and asked, "Hasn't Aunt Pei changed back?"
"She has," Lu Jin'an wrapped an arm around her shoulders and chuckled softly, "But maybe after being Aunt Ruo for so long, the scent hasn't faded yet."
"I see..."
Zhu Nanzhi didn't really doubt it, after all, her husband couldn't have spent the night alone with Master.
It's just that smelling Master's fragrance on her husband felt a little odd, reminding her of that dream she had.
