The girl sat quietly, the warm breeze from the neighboring hair dryer gently sweeping over her, lifting a strand of her hair, which draped over her shoulder like a waterfall, caressing He Qing's face with an unintended seduction.
However, He Qing, oblivious to romance at that moment, gave a light sniff and distinctly smelled a scent that did not belong to humans.
——Amidst the faint aroma of essential oils, there definitely was a trace of ghost energy that was almost imperceptible.
Was it ghost energy? Or was it demon energy?
He Qing frowned, the scent on the hair was extremely faint, and only a whiff brought by the wind, which even with her keen senses, she couldn't smell clearly. But she couldn't, like some crazed pervert, lean in to sniff over and over, right?
Or perhaps, was it a hair demon?
It was rare to see one that had become sentient!
