Arriving at the underground garage, Ye Yansheng parked the car in his designated spot, turned off the engine, got out, and walked around to the passenger side. As soon as he opened the door, a pair of fair-skinned hands reached out to him, signaling for a koala hug. He smiled knowingly, bent down, and lifted Song Guanyu out of the car with one hand supporting her bottom and the other cradling the back of her head. She leaned on his shoulder, closed the door, then wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder. There were surveillance cameras in the elevator, so even though she was wearing a face mask, to avoid any unnecessary trouble, she simply snuggled into his broad chest.
They rode the elevator upward until they reached their floor, then entered their home together. Outside, the city was bathed in a riot of neon lights, the night utterly silent. They waited for dawn to slowly emerge with time.
Because her foot couldn’t get wet, Ye Yansheng carried Song Guanyu into the bathroom and set her down on the counter. She looked at him with an expression of perfect obedience. He bent down, tilted his head, and kissed her cheek. "Sit still and don’t move around. I’ll fill the tub and then give you a bath."
"Okay, Dr. Ye. I’ll be good."
He turned to run the water, and Song Guanyu watched his back as he moved about, her heart feeling soft and warm. The spot where he had just kissed her still carried a trace of his scent—a refreshing minty fragrance, pure and reminiscent of a gentle breeze through a mountain field, soothing and pleasant. The aroma lingered in her nose.
As he was filling the bathtub, Ye Yansheng suddenly heard her ask, "Dr. Ye, do you usually wear any perfume?"
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