At first, Ye Cheng did not notice what was wrong with the odor in the air, until the temperature in the carriage became higher and higher after the car came all the way, and the indistinguishable odor gradually appeared.

"Does it taste like that?" Ye Cheng frowned. Where did he smell this sweet smell? "Who was sitting next to you in the teahouse?"

Mouling butterfly shook her head. She couldn't remember who this person was. She only knew there was a person around her, but she thought it was a vague figure.

Ye Cheng touched Muling butterfly's head lovingly and said, "Well, don't think about it, this man is always...