At the moment when Li Zhoujun was listening to the storyteller's tale, Yue Qingdai, wearing a veil, walked into the tea house and sat down next to him.

A unique fragrance that only a woman could have wafted over.

Li Zhoujun didn't need to look to know it was Yue Qingdai. First, because her scent was distinctive, and second, because his Divine Sense was incredibly powerful now.

"Did you put on makeup?" Li Zhoujun asked with a smile.