Sister Can Use My Money to Support Me

Feng Jue could sense Gu Yang's hesitation, and his expression softened as he looked at her. There was a glimmer of sincerity in his bright eyes. "Fragrance Room exists because of you."

Gu Yang gazed at him in astonishment.

Fragrance Room… existed because of her? Was this some kind of confession?

Feng Jue's eyes darkened slightly, his voice taking on a husky tone. "If you don't want it, then it loses its meaning."

Gu Yang hurriedly interjected, "It's not like that…"

However, seeing Feng Jue's downcast expression, as though he were the one being rejected, Gu Yang fell silent.

Feng Jue lowered his gaze, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly. A trace of disappointment and sadness flickered across his fair, handsome face as he spoke softly, "Or perhaps you don't like the gift?"

Gu Yang shook her head vehemently. "No, I love it."

She loved it too much, in fact!

What perfumer wouldn't adore such a high-quality perfume room?!