The Fatty in My Memory Isn't Him (1)
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Yang Dianfeng stood at the door and couldn't help but straighten his clothes.
Suddenly, he lifted his sleeve and sniffed.
"Strange, where did this fragrance come from?" Yang Dianfeng was suspicious.
This smell was very similar to the smell in his dream last night.
Could it be that he was hallucinating because of the dream last night?
Actually, when he woke up to take a shower this morning, he felt a faint fragrance on his body. Later on, when she came back after changing her inner clothes, the fragrance was gone. But now that he was wearing a coat, why did it feel so faint?
Yang Dianfeng was confused.
However, this coat was not worn last night. It was placed by the servant at the bedside for him to wear in the morning.
It was just a dream. He didn't really hide a girl in bed.
How was that possible?
"Young Master Yang, please follow me." The servant respectfully bowed to him.