It was a wondrous feeling for her.
Dongyue’s gaze never left hers, deeply immersed in the mystery behind the galaxy of emotions within her dazzling supernovas. Like in the ritual chambers, she lost all sensation of pain, allowing him to wrap her intimately around his larger torso.
She remembered how the waiter Ma Qi had smelled of - no less than seven onions, from working too hard in the kitchen, the mayor Long Ra-ya, who stank of some kind of lotion she didn’t know of; and A’Bu, the shaman had carried some stench likened to ingredients of his mysterious concoctions.
Dongyue was unique from them. He gave her a hopeful aura and nevertheless, his odour was fresh and invigorating. Being a man, she had not expected him to give her such an amazing impression.