Clean, crisp, with a hint of cold fragrance, like the scent of pine trees in the snow.
"Really? I can't smell anything."
"It's a sort of scent, a very unique one." Joanna Lawrence clutched his collar, her eyes filled with infatuation, "Only you have this scent. Ashton Heath, can't you smell it yourself?"
Ashton Heath raised his hand, sniffed his sleeve.
He was wearing a perfume.
But he didn't smell the scent Joanna Lawrence described.
"I don't smell it." He honestly said.
"Anyway, I smell it." Joanna Lawrence cuddled his arm and coquettishly said, "It smells really nice."
Ashton Heath chuckled softly, gave her hair a light stroke: "Do other people's scents make you feel nice too?"
"No more." Joanna Lawrence, knowing he was jealous, immediately confessed, "Only you."
A satisfied smile appeared on Ashton Heath's face: "Hmm, that's more like it."
"Ashton Heath." Joanna Lawrence looked up at him, glanced at his face, "Didn't you see that news?"
