In a low voice, Xiang Hong lowered his head and asked Ding Shan, "What's wrong?"
Ding Shan had been silent the whole time. She did not even raise her head. She stiffened, so Xiang Hong thought Ding Shan was not feeling well.
But who knew that when Xiang Hong spoke, his chest was like a musical instrument, vibrating in Ding Shan's ears? It was magnetic and accompanied by the perfume on Xiang Hong's suit; Ding Shan was a little dizzy. She sighed to herself. This was a man with good taste. Just like the fragrance on his body, it was cold, domineering, and dangerous.
After a moment, Ding shan sniffed the fragrance again. He seemed to have smelled this scent somewhere before. There were a lot of people wearing perfumes, but this unique smell was not typical. Ding Shan was sure that this was not a popular style, so where had she smelled this cold and domineering perfume before?
