Ling Hua doubted her own ears, perhaps the happiness had come so unexpectedly that she felt momentarily stupefied.
She looked at Yan Qing woodenly, tentatively asking, "Brother, don't you find the scent intolerable?"
Although she herself hadn't noticed any fragrance on her, if Yan Qing said she had a scent, then it must be true; those who get seasick are the most sensitive to smells.
"I can't stand the scent of peonies, not this scent you carry." Yan Qing sniffed as he embraced Ling Hua, "Hmm, it's an indescribable scent, with a hint of medicinal herbs and perhaps the fragrance of cold plum? But it also resembles that of peach blossoms."
He couldn't quite figure it out at the moment.
Ling Hua's body stiffened; after all, although Yan Qing had held her before, he had never embraced and sniffed her like this. She felt a bit overwhelmed, "So, brother doesn't find the scent on me unpleasant?"
"Mhm, it's not unpleasant." Yan Qing tilted his head, "It seems to even cure seasickness."