Zhao Qiao'Er, huddled under the blanket, said:
"Close nephew, what are you talking about? How could your aunt not be shy?"
Even someone as carefree as Zhao Qiao'Er would be embarrassed in a situation like this.
The liquid squeezed from that towel... it was all hers!
'It's like I was just that thirsty.'
Lu Yuan didn't answer Zhao Qiao'Er directly.
Instead, his gaze fell upon her jade-like feet peeking out from under the blanket.
Lu Yuan's eyes lit up.
These plump, jade-like feet were a testament to the beginning of the bond between him and Zhao Qiao'Er.
Without a word, Lu Yuan lifted Zhao Qiao'Er's foot.
He lowered his head, pressing the tip of his nose against the sole of her foot and sniffing.
It wasn't just the scent of rose petals from her bath; there was also another strange, indescribable aroma.
Although the scent was odd, Lu Yuan found it intoxicating and became obsessed.
'This must be Zhao Qiao'Er's natural scent.'
