The refrigerator was emitting a cold air, wave after wave rushing towards Su Yan.
She felt so cold that she took a step back.
She asked in confusion,
"Why is it in the refrigerator?"
Su Tang raised his eyes to look at her and after a long while,
"The smell on my body, I don't like it."
He expressed himself in a hoarse, stumbling manner.
Su Yan blinked, stepped forward, and leaned against him.
After staring for a moment, looking up at him she said,
"There is no smell."
Su Tang was stubborn, his throat rolling and his voice hoarse,
"There is."
On his own body, there was a stench of rotten odor.
He didn't like it, he disliked it very much.
But, there was nothing he could do, because the blood flowing in his body was just like that.
He couldn't kill himself, so he could only stay in the cold place to suppress the smell.
He lowered his head, looked at his own clothes, yes, they were very clean.
Su Yan was silent for a while, then spoke,
"What's that smell on you?"
