"I created this perfume specifically to nullify my own scent. Handing it over to you is like putting my life in your hands, yet you still dislike it, lacking any sense of romance! If you don’t want it, give it back to me. I’ll give it to Qu Liushang. He’s sure to love it and definitely won’t be as unappreciative as you are."
"You dare!" He sobered up on the spot.
How could he allow her to pounce on Qu Liushang every time she went into heat!
Did that brat Qu Liushang even deserve the perfume she concocted?
From now on, it wouldn’t just be during her estrus; as long as she was nearby, he would wear it every day.
Si Mingjing nodded, addicted to the scent, and asked, "This smells really good, what perfume is this?"
She would buy a bottle herself; it was too enticing.
She had only known the joy of flavors on her taste buds before, but she was now discovering how much more intoxicating and indescribable the pleasures of scent could be through her nose.
Mo Yinhe suddenly looked at her intently, his gaze fixated on her unwitting intoxication, a slight smirk on his lips as he said, "Zhanlong Fragrance, designed to slay a naughty dragon like you."
Si Mingjing was speechless. Her eyelashes, thick and long, fluttered awkwardly a couple of times. Who could tell her what that meant?
However, this man was far too clever and not easy to deal with. Denying her dragon identity now wouldn’t convince him at all.
Si Mingjing’s lips pursed slightly as she decided to change tactics.
"Mr. Mo, I apologize for intruding into your bedroom in the middle of the night. It was an act of desperation."
"Truth is, the three doses I administered to you would normally be irresistible to anyone. I dared to prescribe this medication because my dragon identity enables me to dispel the coldness within your body."
"Although the treatment was risky, I had full confidence in it. In the end, it’s the heart of a healer that wishes to cure your ailment."
"I never expected that you, in your delirious state, would mistake me for Xiaobai’s mother, and even lock me inside the Force Field Protective Shield. Otherwise, those unpleasant and awkward incidents wouldn’t have happened."
She spoke earnestly, explaining everything clearly; it definitely wasn’t intentional.
Yet upon hearing her sincere explanation, Mo Yinhe’s brows did not relax but instead furrowed even more deeply.
As if he bore an impenetrable melancholy.
His gaze, cold and clear, rested on her face as he scrutinized her for a long while.
She didn’t seem to be lying.
But he didn’t want to hear a single word she said.
Before she spoke, Mo Yinhe had clung to a last thread of hope. He thought she was angry because he hadn’t recognized her immediately and didn’t want to stir up rumors with her. He believed that was why she had pretended not to know him. Otherwise, she wouldn’t slip into his bed every night, deliberately teasing him.
But after her explanation, that sliver of fantasy in his heart shattered like a mirror, leaving nothing but fragments.
Mo Yinhe’s hand, with its distinct knuckles, clenched the hairdryer tightly.
She had forgotten him?
Or was it that she truly wasn’t his "baby"?
Si Mingjing felt the cold air surge wildly within the room, a tidal wave of chill approaching, and she quickly added, "Mr. Mo, this will stay between us, and I assure you no third party will find out. As for spending a night in your arms, if you truly can’t accept it, think of it as nothing more than cuddling with a stray cat or dog." Thankfully, she had been in her dragon form, not human.
"You’re neither a stray cat nor a stray dog."
Mo Yinhe’s voice was low, the immense pressure in it leaving no room for her to denigrate herself.
Yet Si Mingjing thought he was unwilling to let the matter rest and asked tremulously, "What’s done is done, so how would you like to resolve this?"
Mo Yinhe gave no clear reaction, merely lowering his head to gaze at her, wishing he could tear apart her unfamiliar face to see if she still remembered him at all.