Qiao Yu slowly relaxed, remembering something, and suddenly lifted his collar to smell.
Indeed, there was a cooking smell!
Qiao Yu frowned, immediately and quietly went upstairs, randomly opened a door to hide in, waiting for Jian Ning to return to her room after using the bathroom, then secretly came out and quickly darted into the master bedroom, opened the wardrobe, found a bottle of perfume, and sprayed it casually.
After completing this series of actions, he lifted his collar to smell again, now only a faint woody fragrance remained.
Satisfied, Qiao Yu put the perfume back, pushed open the door, and came face to face with Jian Ning, who was carrying clothes to take a shower.
“………”
Silence.
Awkwardness.
Irregular heartbeat.
Qiao Yu swore this was absolutely the most embarrassing moment of his life, without a doubt!
Jian Ning sniffed, giving him a puzzled look: “Why are you spraying perfume for no reason?”
With Qiao Yu’s cold demeanor, Jian Ning could hardly imagine him spraying perfume on himself.
Could it be that his alternate personality had awakened early?
Jian Ning suddenly became nervous: “What’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?”
Seeing her reaction, Qiao Yu knew she had misunderstood, and his chaotic emotions slowly dissipated, still with a somewhat stiff face, shaking his head: “I’m the primary personality, it’s nothing.”
Jian Ning sighed in relief: “It’s you. I thought your alternate personality suddenly appeared.”
After sighing in relief, when she smelled the perfume on Qiao Yu, Jian Ning’s expression became somewhat strange.
……She really hadn’t expected that Qiao Yu, who looked proper and cold, would secretly spray perfume.
This operation… was a bit sassy, wasn’t it?
Since he was the financial backer, Jian Ning didn’t want him to know her thoughts. She held her clothes and smiled, saying she was going to take a shower, and quickly passed by him.
Qiao Yu took a deep breath, his face extremely dark, returning to the third floor.
Recalling his series of bizarre behaviors, from secretly cooking to spraying perfume, Qiao Yu felt a headache, realizing he had such a foolish side.
Just eating a meal, and he’d made it like a spy game, sneaking around and racking his brains.
Was it really necessary?
He coldly snorted at himself, picked up his book, and continued reading like an old monk in meditation.
