"Is it really that serious?"
"Of course!" Tang Li lightly pressed her lips: "Some people are just naturally incompatible, and he puts so much gel on his head, sprays perfume all over himself; I'm always sensitive to smells. You have no idea, every time I'm close to him, it's like a torture."
Whether it's perfume or gel, she's not making it up out of thin air.
The only thing Tang Li exaggerated was her dislike for Meng Shu's scent.
The most important thing.
Song Baiyan doesn't use perfume.
At this moment, she was leaning in Song Baiyan's arms, and because she was so close, she could smell a faint detergent scent, not as stimulating as perfume, not as oppressive as the smell of sweat, just a hint of eucalyptus, hard to notice unless you sniff carefully.
Yet once you smell it, it inexplicably gives her a sense of security.
As if this is Song Baiyan's unique scent.
