"Sure, what I want is something unique."
Chloe gave a small smile.It was a request she often heard.
Everyone wants to show their uniqueness in all aspects.
They don't want to wear the same clothes as others, they hope their jewelry is one-of-a-kind, and they want their bags to be limited edition.
Especially the scent. Almost every time a new product research result comes out, everyone hopes to have a unique scent of their own.
For businessmen, it’s kind of a pickle.
There was a pavilion by the artificial lake ahead, and the two tacitly headed toward it.
"Unique, huh... that's actually what every designer chases after. First, what kind of scent do you like?"
Approaching the pavilion, they could see the lake shimmering under the lights.
"What do I like?" Damon's deep voice sounded, with a faint smile in his eyes.
"I like your scent. Does that count?"
Chloe froze, stumbling on the step in front of the pavilion, and leaned forward.
Feeling a bit dizzy, she was caught by Damon the next second.
His voice was low and easy, "I quite like your clumsy side. Probably the only time you'd lean into me voluntarily."
"That's because you suddenly said something confusing!"
Chloe broke free from his arms, stumbled a bit due to the panic, took two steps back, and leaned against a big red pillar behind her.
During this process, she instinctively tried to grab something, but in her frantic state, she accidentally grabbed Damon's collar, forcing his tall figure to lean toward her.
She closed her eyes, ready to fall to the ground.
However, a warm hand supported her lower back, followed bya muffled grunt, and the sound of a heavy collision with the pillar, she was surrounded by warmth.
The anticipated pain didn't happen, that grunt and the impact sound had Chloe opening her eyes in surprise.
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