Chapter 384 Can We Have Different Perspectives?
- "Sang Qi, I smell something." Despite being suffocated in his embrace, my sense of smell remained sharp.
- "That's the scent of my love for you." He took the cheesy remark as a joke and held me tightly.
- "No, that's not it." I sniffed hard. "It's noodles, my squid ink noodles."