Lin Chuxia has an unspeakable secret - as long as she is nervous or exposed to heat, her white skin will turn pink, exuding a seductive "cold jade tea fragrance".
In order to escape from marriage, she hid in the compound of the Provincial Construction Committee and worked as a low-level laundry worker. Everyone warned her that Lu Yan, the chief architect from the capital on the top floor, was extremely mysophobic and cold-faced and ascetic. Chu Xia was so scared that she hid when she saw him, but she didn't know that her body fragrance was the only life-saving antidote for this "living king of hell" who suffered from severe insomnia.
Inside the cramped and dark wardrobe, there are red armbands that highlight style issues.
In early summer, I was so frightened that my whole body felt hot, and the sweet and refreshing fragrance of tea fermented crazily in the confined space. The flawless and favored son of heaven who was rumored to be impeccable was now holding her firmly in the corner, loosening his tie, and breathing hot and heavy on the nape of her neck. His big, well-joined hands grasped her soft waist impatiently, like a madman on the verge of death, sucking in her breath greedily.
"Gong Lu, please don't... There's someone outside..." Chu Xia cried softly.
But the man bit her red earlobe like a punishment, and his voice was hoarse and dangerous: "Don't hide. Sweat a little more... This smell is just right."
At first, Lu Yan only kept her by his side, treating her as his exclusive antidote to closing the door every night to "extend his life." But later, when the honest worker proposed to Chu Xia with his urban household registration, the always calm and restrained son of the provincial party committee went completely crazy.
He pressed her against the uninhabited rooftop and kissed her fiercely with scarlet eyes: "Want to marry someone else? I will give you your household registration and my life. Lin Chuxia, the smell of you is the only addiction in my life!"
