C696 The Smell of No 19 Oak Moss

Ji Qianyu casually picked up a roasted bean curling dish, but her small nose wrinkled: That fragrance, gone? Was it her imagination or was it his body?

She sniffed again and was at a loss. She could only mutter, "En ~"

After which, he began to bite and chew, his heart was still filled with doubts.

Feng Yiting also ate a little as well and put down the dining table