After lunch, the maids and servants packed up Bai Su’s belongings.

The young man leaned half-reclined against the couch in the study, resting, his wrist supporting his cheek, head nodding slightly.

The wind drifted in through the window, carrying the fragrance of early spring flowers. The sheets of paper on the table followed suit, rolling up and then settling down.

Bai Su sat by the side of the delicate young man. It had to be said that even though he lacked Omega pheromones, just sitting quietly and watching him like this made the glands in her neck that had been restless calm down quite a bit.

She wanted to touch him.

She wanted to touch his fan-like eyelashes, porcelain-white face, and the skin on the back of his neck…

Although rationally she knew that he wasn’t hers, subconsciously, she still considered him her Omega.

Bai Su leaned on her daily writing table, hand supporting her chin, quietly watching him.

Duan Changchuan had long noticed that she was looking at him. Actually he hadn’t really slept, he was just pretending to doze off with his eyes closed.

When Bai Su approached, he had already sensed it. He thought she was just coming over to read for a while, but unexpectedly, after a long time, that gaze watching him didn’t disappear.

Accompanying that gaze was the wafting scent of peonies. The fragrance was gentle and peaceful, sweet on the surface, but upon closer inspection, it carried a subtle, hard-to-detect bitterness.

Suddenly, Duan Changchuan thought of an illustrated book he had seen before.

The male protagonist in the book is a poor scholar. The poor scholar had a potted orchid in his home. He watered the orchid every day and read by its side. Over time, the orchid became intelligent.

The intelligent orchid communicated its feelings through its fragrance. There was a description in the book, “When the orchid is happy, its fragrance is bright and clear. When the orchid is sad, its fragrance has a hint of bitterness, making the scholar feel stuffy and unbearable in his heart.”

“The only time the scholar smelled a honey-like fragrance was when his fingertips touched the orchid’s stamen. That night, the orchid transformed into a young woman and entered his dreams.”

It was a common love story of a supernatural being and an ordinary person, recorded in the miscellaneous tales of the mortal world. At the time, Duan Changchuan found it uninteresting after flipping through a few pages and putting it aside.

Back then, he didn’t believe in such things and didn’t take them seriously. But now, smelling a fragrance that only he could smell, feeling the soft information in this scent, Duan Changchuan suddenly felt a bit shaken.

Could it be that this fragrance was just as Yun Xie described, it was something he imagined?

Even if everyone had a unique scent, could a fragrance be this specific? Moreover… during their first meeting, he received strange information from her.

The more he imagined about it, no matter how infatuated he was, he wouldn’t imagine her kissing him, and certainly not imagine her praising him as “good and obedient”. It was all very suspicious…

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Yun Xie was just trying to force an explanation.

Why not… pretend to be asleep now and take the opportunity to test her?

First, pretend to sneeze and then, in a dazed manner, ask her, what kind of fragrance are you wearing? It’s so strong that my nose is itching.

Or, pretend to have already fallen asleep, mumble in a dream, and ask, did the peonies bloom? Why is there a scent of peonies in the room?

As the young man contemplated, the hand hidden in his sleeve unconsciously clenched tighter, and his eyelashes trembled more and more.

Not knowing that his own little thoughts have long been seen through. A belly full of little schemes hadn’t had a chance to be realized, a soft blanket had already covered him.

Then, the scent of peony wafted over. In the rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other, he was gently pushed to lie down.

“If you’re very tired, just have a good sleep,” he heard the woman say.

Her voice was as gentle as the fragrance on her body.

After that, he heard the click-clack sound of wooden clogs leaving.

Duan Changchuan slowly opened his eyes, looking at the clean white blanket on him, and was stunned for a while.

He pinched a corner and brought it to his nose, gently sniffing.

“So tired? Hold on a bit, be good, blow your hair dry before sleeping.”

“……”

“Really… alright, there’s nothing I can do about you.”

”Mmm… isn’t it your fault…”

In a daze, he heard Bai Su’s voice again.

Vaguely… it seemed like there was another man?

It sounded a bit soft, and with a nasal tone, um… quite delicate.

He couldn’t help but brush his arm where goosebumps appeared, a grown man, why would he sound so delicate!

Weird.