Mei Wanying asked Pei Yan, "Do you know what I'm wiping off?"
Pei Yan couldn't be bothered with that.
All he knew was that Mei Wanying was wiping his face with her own hands.
With her own hands!
An overwhelming wave of happiness crashed over him. The man's head swam, and he felt as if he were about to drown in it.
This all felt like a dream.
Pei Yan actively nuzzled against the handkerchief in Mei Wanying's hand. It was saturated with her scent, mingled with a hint of milk.
His Ah Yin still needed to nurse their child, so this was her scent, too.
Pei Yan found it intoxicating.
If he weren't afraid of startling Mei Wanying, he would have done as Ling did and moved closer to the source of the fragrance.
This cold, frosty man actually had a childish side to him.
Pei Yan kept nuzzling her palm.
Just like Ling had done not long ago when, not wanting to smell the medicine, she had burrowed into her arms.
