Qin Muye arched his body, completely enveloping the girl in his shadow.
He leaned closer and closer, his nose brushing against her delicate skin as he made a careful inspection.
His warm breath tickled the side of her neck.
Jiang Qingli gave him a little push. "What are you doing?"
"I'm smelling you," Qin Muye said, his brows furrowed. "Ye Linyuan, Baili Jing, and a scent I don't recognize..."
Jiang Qingli was speechless.
'This guy's sense of smell is way too sharp!'
For a moment, Jiang Qingli had the strange feeling of having petted another dog outside, only to come home and be cornered at the door by her own large dog for an interrogation.
She raised her hand, tracing along Qin Muye's face to his high-bridged nose, and pinched it gently to create some distance.
To stop him from sniffing any further, she changed the subject. "Are you done with your work? When did you get back?"
"I've been back for two hours," Qin Muye said, bending down to meet her gaze.
