C877 The Lantern Festival

"No, there's a strange scent on this towel!"

Kang Debiao sniffed intently around the towel, his expression grave.

Nalan Xue's face flushed with embarrassment. She fumed silently, "What are you, a dog? How can you even pick up on that scent?!"

"Silence isn't golden here; no one will mistake you for being mute!"

Nalan Xue was so mortified she wanted to smack Kang Debiao with the towel