Liu Chuanfeng drove with one hand, his right fingertips resting on the bridge of his nose, an expression of lingering memory on his face. Zhang Jingyi had a very distinct scent about her, a faint, clean fragrance that he had never noticed in all the years they had spent together.
"It must be the smell of her underwear. We've never been that intimate before."
His expression was somewhat intriguing.
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