Han Yingying couldn't help but poke his chest forcefully, accusing him word by word, "You clueless steel straight man!"
"I'll know better next time."
"Hmph, you stink, go take a shower." Han Yingying huffed, knowing better than to argue with a steel straight man, especially a drunk one.
Shen Mosheng subconsciously grabbed his clothes and sniffed them, seriously explaining, "It doesn't stink."
"If I say it stinks, it stinks."
"I'm going to shower." Shen Mosheng immediately turned and entered the bathroom.
After showering and changing into clean pajamas, he carefully and repeatedly sniffed himself.
Hesitating a bit, he still uneasily sprayed some of the perfume that Shen Xinghan had specially instructed him to use at night, and only then did he walk back to the bedroom, satisfied.
Standing in front of Han Yingying, he excitedly expressed himself like a child showing off a toy.
"Yingying, smell, it's fragrant."