Daohua hadn't intended to pursue the source of the scent, but seeing Xiao Yeyang looking so uncomfortable, a glint appeared in her eyes, "Is that fragrance coming from you?"
They were standing close to each other, and as she spoke, Daohua extended her neck and leaned in to sniff Xiao Yeyang.
Xiao Yeyang had wanted to dodge, but his gaze swept over and he caught sight of Daohua's fair and elegant neck, which left him frozen in place for a moment.
At the same time, the image of the voluptuous skin of the Oiran he had seen in the brothel came to mind, making his cheeks and ears turn bright red.
"It really is coming from you!"
Daohua quickly confirmed the source of the scent and looked at Xiao Yeyang with disbelief, "Xiao Yeyang, why would a man like you wear perfume? And if you must, could you choose something with a bit of taste and not something so overpowering?" she said, while waving her hand in front of her nose in disgust.