“If you like perfume so much, I can buy it for you.”


  He inferred from the half-empty bottle and the perfume smell in the room that Ye Sui probably liked it too much.

  Ye Sui shook her head helplessly and said along with Shen Shuo, “No need. From today onwards, I don’t like perfume.”


  Chen Shu didn’t seem satisfied with Ye Sui’s answer. His eyes sank, and his mouth took a dip. Reluctantly, he said, “All right.”


  Chen Shu thought he had found a hobby of Ye Sui. He could buy lots of perfumes that she fancied enjoying at home.

  At that time, Ye Sui could spray whatever she wanted. Unexpectedly, his plan was a step too late. She had no such hobby.

  Chen Shu inched out of the room step by step, his back looking hurt. But Ye Sui did not notice his mood change. As soon as the door closed, her body immediately leaned back and slammed into the bed.