Chapter 357

After taking a shower, they went to sleep. She leaned against his back, her head buried in the crook of his neck, smelling everything.

"What does a fox smell like? I can't smell it."

He said helplessly: "What age am I? I'm still a vixen?"

"A vixen is still a vixen even when she's old."

"I don't smell like a fox."

"People say Yang Guifei was a foxy woman with a body odor, so she always took a bath."

"It's clearly said that there's a fragrance and red sweat, but you have to ruin it."

"I think so too. Maybe she was living a happy life with her husband, but she had to be snatched away by a disgusting old man. She felt disgusted and that her body was not clean, so she always had to take a bath."

"Maybe."

"People always think that even the most beautiful people have flaws. Xi Shi had large feet, so she wore clogs and long skirts to cover them. Wang Zhaojun had sloping shoulders, so portraits depict her wearing a red cloak. Diao Chan had small earlobes, so she wore earrings. So what's wrong with me?"

"No."

"There must be, but you won't tell me."

He didn't ask her the same question. Although he was very interested, it was better not to ask. After all, he was getting older, and there must be many differences from his youth. In fact, he didn't expect that Wang Jiazhi didn't think he was old at all, especially not tall enough. The fortune teller was right; she was really bewitched.