The night wind in the island country's city fiercely slapped the street trees on both sides of the road, then crashed into the car window and slapped Guan Yue on the face.
Lowering his eyes, Fuji Shusuke's already familiar face looked clean. If he lowered his eyes, just a little, his chin could touch the top of his honey-colored hair. There seemed to be some familiar yet slightly unfamiliar smell lingering in Shangguan Yue's nostrils.
Fuji Shusuke's unique smell.
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