You Smell So Good

After Qin Yun extended her invitation, the room fell silent.

Except for the sound of the dog playing with its ball, there was no other noise.

Qin Yun’s eyes sparkled, as if something was pouring out.

It was a silent invitation, an ultimate allure.

Like a fox descending from the mountains, ready to steal the scholar’s soul.

Fang Zhou’s mind went numb for a moment but quickly cleared. He waved his hands repeatedly, indicating it wasn’t necessary.

“No, no, you go ahead and wash up. I’ll just have some tea.”

With that, he turned and walked towards the tea table without looking back.

How could they bathe together? He might not even know how to get out afterward.

Fang Zhou sat on the sofa and poured himself a cup of tea. The aroma instantly spread, filling his nostrils.

The red tea in the white paper cup looked incredibly beautiful.

Fang Zhou had never seen tea of this color before, and his curiosity was piqued.

“What kind of tea is this?”

He took a sip and immediately felt a sharp, sour taste.

“Damn, someone’s trying to poison me!”

He looked at the contents of the teapot and found it even more intriguing.

Red flowers floated in the water, creating an unusual flavor.

Fang Zhou couldn’t help but wonder if Qin Yun had put something she shouldn’t have.

He quickly took out his phone and used a search engine to identify the flowers.

The search results clearly showed ‘Roselle,’ known for its beauty benefits and blood-boosting properties.

Fang Zhou finally relaxed.

Thank goodness, it wasn’t some weird tea.

Wait, does this mean Qin Yun is on her period?

Otherwise, why would she need to boost her blood?

Fang Zhou felt a surge of joy, thinking he could finally get a good night’s sleep tonight.

But before he could celebrate for long, Qin Yun came out of the bathroom.

She was wearing a lace-trimmed silk nightgown with a deep V-neck that revealed her curves, swaying seductively as she walked.

“I’m done. Your turn.”

Qin Yun smiled warmly at Fang Zhou.

Knowing that Qin Yun wouldn’t make any big moves tonight, Fang Zhou agreed readily.

“Alright, get me a towel.”

“It’s in the box over there. You can get it yourself.”

Once Fang Zhou entered the bathroom, Qin Yun’s smile faded.

She glanced meaningfully at the dog and muttered, “Raised you for a thousand days, used you for one. You were useful today.”

It wasn’t a waste of her effort and energy to raise the dog.

She had initially planned to use the dog as a bargaining chip but never found the right moment.

Now, with Fang Wenjing’s kidney transplant, she had the perfect opportunity.

Qin Yun’s smile returned, feeling very pleased.

This is what they call the wheel of fortune.

When Fang Zhou finished his bath and came out, he found Qin Yun sitting at the tea table, the dog already in its cage, asleep.

The woman elegantly played with her phone, showing no signs of any ulterior motives, as if she really had no plans for the night.

Fang Zhou felt even more at ease. He walked over confidently and even kindly reminded Qin Yun not to drink cold water.

Qin Yun gave him a puzzled look, then glanced at the almost untouched cup of tea on the table, and understood.

She didn’t expose him but nodded seriously and asked innocently, “Why aren’t you drinking? Don’t you like the taste?

I remember you didn’t like sweets much. This tea is sweet and sour.”

Fang Zhou laughed, thinking: I don’t need to boost my blood. Why would I drink this?

He picked up a glass of plain water and drank it.

“I’ll drink this. Too much tea at night keeps me awake.”

Qin Yun didn’t insist. She nodded lightly and finished her cup.

Her movements were elegant and slow. Maybe she drank too quickly, as a drop of red tea fell from her lips to her chin.

The red drop on her fair skin looked like a ruby, tempting anyone to wipe it off, a perfect finishing touch.

Anyone who saw this scene would say, “Beautiful!”

But Qin Yun seemed unaware, blinking as she prepared to play with her phone.

And she was wearing a white silk nightgown.

If the red tea fell on it, it would look very out of place.

This bothered Fang Zhou, who had a bit of OCD.

“Wait, you have tea about to drip.”

Fang Zhou pointed to his own chin, trying to tell Qin Yun to wipe it off.

“Where? Is it still there?”

Qin Yun touched her face but couldn’t find the tea, making Fang Zhou anxious. He grabbed a tissue and did it himself.

“Here, don’t move. I’ll clean it for you.”

Fang Zhou carefully wiped the tea from her chin, his focused gaze treating her like a fragile item.

The long-lost gentleness finally fell on Qin Yun.

The man’s gentle touch felt like a feather, lightly brushing Qin Yun’s heart, sweeping away her recent anxiety and unease.

Her gaze fell on Fang Zhou’s lips, thinking they looked very smoochi delish plump juicy and kissable.

Qin Yun was never one to deny herself.

She placed her hand on Fang Zhou’s neck, stopping him from pulling away.

“Don’t move, I have something to tell you.”

“What? What do you want to say?”

Qin Yun slowly leaned closer until their faces were very close.

When their breaths mingled, she whispered, “Did you wear cologne? You smell so good.”

Fang Zhou was confused, looking at himself, “No, why would I wear cologne?”

“Maybe it’s your body wash?”

“It’s not the body wash. It’s your scent. Let me see.”

Qin Yun shook her head and kissed him on the lips.

The soft touch sealed Fang Zhou’s words.

He quickly recalled those online stories about boys bringing their girlfriends home, saying things like, “Your hands smell so good. Are you cold? Come cuddle,” leading to passionate moments.

Wait, wasn’t he supposed to be the one doing this?

His last thought was: This woman doesn’t play by the common sense!