Huanhuan muttered a sentence, sniffing the aroma and feeling famished. She suddenly laughed, embracing Chenxing's shoulders like brothers: "Forget it, from now on I won't call you Gu the Demon, and you can't hold grudges against me in your heart, got it?"
"Ha ha, alright, let's eat, let's eat, right, bro, shall we drink a bit more?" Nan Baihao relaxed a bit.
Huanhuan immediately went over and grabbed his ear: "If you drink, don't come to my bed tonight! The smell of alcohol will corrupt my son."
Nan Baihao winced in pain.
Chenxing, with a smile curving her lips, walked up to Gu Shaocheng's side, suddenly looking up, but was met with a peck on the lips. Between breaths, it was all his masculine scent, but beyond this scent, there seemed to be a faint smell of blood.
Chenxing pushed him away slightly, sniffing him all over like a dog, finally pinpointing the source of the bloody smell.
"What are you smelling?"
"The smell of blood." Chenxing frowned.
