Yu Youyao placed the beads in her cousin's palm. "I made this myself. I just made it today. Quick, smell it."
"Fragrance!" As soon as the box was opened, Zhou Linghuai smelled a faint lotus fragrance that was elegant and refreshing. It was ingeniously mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus. The lotus fragrance was not inferior to the laurel, and it was 30% sweet.
Therefore, there was no need to get close to smell it.
However, the little girl was looking at him with sparkling eyes. Zhou Linghuai couldn't help but listen to her and lower his head to sniff gently.
The thick incense did not rush into his nose. Instead, it was layered and sent into his nose. Layer by layer, it was like ripples of water that stretched endlessly, making his heart flutter.
Zhou Linghuai chuckled. "It smells very good."
