C368 They're all fake

Yan Cheng was struck by a thought.

This was the first time he smelled such a fragrance from a woman. It wasn't the smell of a normal woman's scented sachet, nor was it the smell of rouge and cosmetic powder. Instead, it was a faint medicinal fragrance.

He had not expected that the fragrance coming from the woman's body would be surprisingly pleasant to the nose, causing him to indulge in it