Fusheng seemed to be dreaming. In his dream, there was nothing, yet a faint scent of sandalwood lingered around him.
It must be someone offering incense to him!
The fragrance was sublime, intoxicating to a ghost. He took a deep, sharp breath—it was real, the scent of sudden wealth. Fusheng was so delighted even in his sleep that he immediately snapped his eyes open. He scrambled excitedly over Alvano’s eight-pack abs, kicked off the duvet, and leaped out of bed.
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