"Is there any problem?" Han Che blinked, not understanding why she suddenly started screaming.

"Of course... of course there is a problem. The bath towel is such a personal thing, but you actually..." Yue Ya'er's face turned red, and at the end, she waved her hands and sighed.

That's all, that's all, just don't use it from now on.

"Personal things?" Han Che lifted up the bath towel with some confusion, brought it up to his nose and took a sniff. He felt a delicate fragrance belonging to a woman coming to his nostrils, and couldn't help but grin, "It smells good, I like this smell."
Chapter completed!