As Hu Yan had mentioned, she had not sprayed any perfume; she merely washed her hair that afternoon, and when Cheng Zhu was about to arrive in Shanghai, she took a bath in the restroom, washing herself squeaky clean.
Hu Yan herself didn't have the habit of wearing perfume, and didn't have much at home.
Unlike some girls who have a pile of perfumes at home and, just like lipstick, they seldom use them all up.
Given the illustrator's unique personality and physical constitution, she didn't even like crowded places, preferring to stay at home alone. It made even less sense to wear perfume.
Of course, Cheng Zhu's question was purely intentional.
He could certainly tell the difference between perfume and body wash, shampoo.
He wouldn't, like naive young boys, smell a whiff of perfume and think it was the girl's unique body scent.
