Looking at his slightly reddened palm, he glanced around to confirm no one was nearby, then inexplicably brought his hand to his nose.
A wisp of a cool and ethereal fragrance lingered, carrying an indescribable and unique aura.
"So fragrant!" Zhou Qing blurted out, then felt a bit foolish for his actions and quickly put his hand down.
But the corners of his mouth lifted uncontrollably, and with a hint of secret delight, he turned and left.
As soon as he returned to his residence, he saw Lu Yaoyao standing in front of the door, lost in thought.
"What's up?" Zhou Qing suddenly spoke.
"Ah!" Lu Yaoyao was startled, shivered, and looked towards Zhou Qing's unfamiliar middle-aged face, "When did you get back?"
Only then did Zhou Qing realize that his talent skill "Lowering Presence" was at play again, and helplessly asked, "I saw you were deep in thought, what are you thinking about?"
Lu Yaoyao gently shook her head, "Nothing."
"Did you need me for something?" Zhou Qing asked.
