His mind was completely shaken, an earthquake or skyfall couldn't even describe Ye Chen's feelings at the moment.
He clearly remembered taking a thorough shower before leaving, ensuring all scents were washed off his body; he never imagined in a moment of negligence he had forgotten about the scent clinging to his clothes.
What an oversight.
Ye Chen looked at Su Xiyue's cold-featured pretty face, his eyes darting around as he forced a sheepish smile and said, "What perfume? Xiyue, you must have smelled it wrong."
At this time, he had to bluff his way through first, he couldn't admit to anything, otherwise who knew what kind of trouble would arise.
"Chanel No. 5, do you think I could mistake that scent?"
A trace of annoyance crossed Su Xiyue's face, her voice carrying a thread of coldness.
Ye Chen was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Su Xiyue with a face full of admiration.