"None of your business!"
Han Muxue suddenly came to her senses as she stepped away from Shen Mochen's embrace and immediately stared at him coldly.
Her flushed little face tried to look stern, but it lacked any deterrent effect and only made her appear adorable.
"You should eat more," Shen Mochen chuckled.
"It's none of your business!" Han Muxue pushed Shen Mochen forcefully, "Stay away from me!"
Shen Mochen, unconcerned, sat down beside her, leaving only a small distance between them.
Han Muxue glared at Shen Mochen angrily, her freshly bathed appearance like a gardenia after the rain, still radiating the subtle fragrance of gardenias.
"What kind of body wash is that? It smells nice," Shen Mochen asked.
"There's no fragrance, stop talking nonsense!" Han Muxue's face grew even redder, and she felt like biting Shen Mochen right then and there.
"There really is a fragrance, it seems you're used to it so you can't smell it," Shen Mochen shook his head.
