After leaning in to say this, she pulled back, her face slightly flushed, and focused on driving.
A sweet fragrance lingered by Chen Yuan's cheek. It was a pleasant scent.
It seemed like all girls smelled nice. Sometimes he'd walk past a random girl on the street and catch an obvious whiff of perfume, but Jiangg Yao's scent was clearly different.
If he had to describe it, Chen Yuan thought it was a fresh, somewhat creamy scent, like the fragrance of an unripe papaya.
The car fell silent, filled only by the hum of the engine.
Neither of them spoke.
Chen Yuan didn't speak because he didn't know what to say. The words "I'm willing to be my little young master's puppy" seemed to be echoing in his ears. Forget the person who said it—just hearing the words made him feel a little embarrassed.
But for some reason, the title "little young master" made his heart flutter. It was not only incredibly intimate, but it also made him feel like he was being put on a pedestal.
