Sir, You Smell My Heartbeat.

In his life, Gu Huai never thought that he would lose control. The cold-faced CEO who is famous in the business world hates all strong fragrances, but he is only addicted to the scent of soap on a woman. He thought that as long as he closed the fully enclosed conference room and squeezed his palms desperately, he could suppress the absurd urge to rub her into his bones. But Lin Zhi ran away after being scolded by him. Her eyes were red, she bit her pale lower lip, and decided to quit her job and disappear from this city completely. Gu Huai picked up the wallet she left behind in the empty conference room, put it to the tip of his nose and took a deep breath like an addict - Unexpectedly, Lin Zhi, who turned back, suddenly opened the door and encountered this scene. "You can try walking away." Gu Huai stopped at the airport security checkpoint, his eyes filled with extremely suppressed paranoia: "I even rely on you for breathing, do you think I will let you go?" Lin Zhi looked at the row of crescent blood marks at his tiger's mouth, and his heart beat like a drum. She didn't know that the old coat she casually put on a down-and-out boy ten years ago actually caused his ten-year-long physiological morbidity. No matter how cold he pretended to be, his body had already betrayed him.