She smelled a strong scent of alcohol on him, was he drinking again?
He has a stomach condition, how can he not know to limit himself?
Gu Qili found it odd that, while being held by him, her first instinct was to worry about his health, without feeling that their current posture was too intimate.
She had just taken a bath, carrying a faint fragrance of lavender, which mingled with the scent of alcohol on him to form a unique aroma, intoxicating to smell.
He just held her tightly, as if to embed her into his flesh and blood. Through the fabric of their clothes, she could hear his powerful heartbeat, like a particularly strong hand, thumping against her heart.
Gu Qili's hands, which had been hanging by her side, slowly lifted, as if after a long hesitation, she uncurled her fingers, first touching the placket of his shirt, then his firm muscles, before finally clinging tightly to his waistline.
She hugged him back.
