How am I supposed to smell it through the bottle!
Ma Jing held a bottle of old-style yogurt, waving it back and forth in front of him. "Guessed yet?"
"Closer, get closer!"
"You need to get closer. You're so far away. If I can't smell the yogurt, how am I supposed to guess?"
Ma Jing didn't understand. 'What does guessing the brand have to do with how close I am to you? This yogurt is practically touching your nose, and you still can't smell it, yet you're blaming me!'
She obediently took a step forward, practically pressing herself against Chen Xiao.
Chen Xiao took a deep breath, lowered his head, and felt as if he had touched something as soft as cotton.
Ma Jing let out a cry, and then heard Chen Xiao say, "I've guessed it!"
"What brand is it!"
"Judging from the milky fragrance, it must be Chanel No. 5!"
"Ah! Chen Xiao, you pervert!"
Chen Xiao burst out laughing.
The two of them ate lunch. "Hey, Ma Jing, stop staring!"
