She was the most noble and elegant being in the world.
Baili An heard the disdain and pride hidden in her immature voice and suddenly thought of a creature, subconsciously saying, "No wonder you smell of milk, little girl. You must be a kitten that's not yet weaned, right?"
His affirmative tone made the young girl blush deeply, and she became speechless.
Li Jiujiu wondered, "Si Chen, can you smell it on her too?"
Fang Geyu said, "This kitten is a Ghost Immortal. Her scent is naturally related to that of the... ahem, of Si Chen. Originating from the same source, it's not difficult for him to detect the scent of half of his kind."
"It's no wonder that her milky scent makes me sleepy," Baili An remarked.
It was like someone who had long been used to their own bed, sensing a familiar scent, and feeling drowsy.
If he were to sleep beside her at this moment, it would surely be comfortable.
