Chapter 31

Under one clear umbrella, they walked through the rainy, flower-lined street.

“What shower gel do you use? You smell good.”

“The hotel's.”

She stopped, leaned toward his neck to smell, then looked up.

“What toothpaste? That smells good too.”

“Mint.”

She laughed.

“Silly. When a woman says that, she w...

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