The little girl was like a koala, using both hands and feet to climb onto Chen Ye's leg, then burrowing her face into Chen Ye's chest and sniffing hard.
"Master! You have a smell on you!" Qing Jun lifted her head, squinting her eyes at her master.
What is this guy up to again?
Chen Ye was taken aback, instinctively raising his sleeve to sniff: "Nonsense, I've used the Dust Cleaner technique, where would the smell come from?"
"There is!"
Qing Jun pointed at Chen Ye's chest,
"Here! There's a smell from that bad woman! It's fragrant, but it stinks to death!"
Clearly, it's fragrant, yet she says it stinks to death.
This little girl has a blatant double standard.
Master sneered, Master clenched his fist.
He knew this little girl understood he was about to teach her a lesson and was deliberately trying to divert his attention here!
Chen Ye said expressionlessly: "Nonsense. How could there be a smell here?"
