I'm Allergic to the Heartthrob [Lian Zong]

Mo Jimeng is a well-known rebel in the circle. He famously said: "The more people like something, the less interested I am." So when she found out that she was going to be on the same love show as Fan Wu, she didn't have any trouble in her heart. Is she the heartthrob who was praised by the entire internet as a human ideal? Then she must be indifferent. On the first day of recording, when Fan Wu entered the venue, the audience cheered, and the barrage flooded the screen [Wife] [Sister Kill Me]... Mo Jimeng leaned in the corner and watched coldly, thinking: Is that the case? Wouldn't it be nice to look better? Then Fanwu walked past her, and a scent of fragrance wafted over. Mo Jimeng's nose moved and it seemed to smell good. She was stunned for a moment, and then quickly lowered her face. No, we can't be kidnapped by public aesthetics. I, Mo Jimeng, will never follow the trend! As a result, the two were chosen to live in the same room for the first time. Mo Jimeng was calm on the surface but collapsed on the inside: Why was it her? What's even more devastating is that numerous things begin to appear in her territory. On the first day, Mo Jimeng found that his pillow had a faint fragrance. She frowned and shifted to sleep. The next day, the fragrance was stronger, and she turned over the pillow. On the third day, she fell asleep hugging the pillow, and when she woke up, she found Fan Wu looking at her. "... You are hugging my pillow." Fan Wu said. Mo Jimeng stuffed the pillow back expressionlessly: "Give it back to you." She never mentioned how soundly she slept last night. Mo Jimeng thought it was an accident, but things started to get out of hand. Fanwu went out that day, and when Mo Jimeng was packing his things, his eyes fell on the shirt hanging on the back of the chair. She frowned: Why does this person put things around? She swore she reached out to throw it onto the bed of grass. But the moment my hand touched the fabric, the fragrance wafted over. It was stronger, softer and more heady than usual. Mo Jimeng's hand stopped in mid-air. She thought about throwing it away, but her hand did not move. When she reacted again, her face was buried in her shirt. The soft fabric pressed against her cheek, and the fragrance enveloped her completely. She took a deep breath, then another breath, and another breath... There is only one thought in my mind: Why does it smell so good... How can it smell so good... What on earth is she made of... The door suddenly opened. Mo Jimeng froze, with her shirt still sticking to her face. She slowly turned her head and met Fan Wu's eyes. Fanwu looked at her, looked at the shirt in her hand, and slowly raised his eyebrows. "... What are you doing?" Mo Jimeng was silent for three seconds and took the shirt off her face expressionlessly. "Your shirt is dirty." She said, "Let me smell it for you and see if you want to wash it." Fanwu:? Fan Wu: "... Smell it?" Mo Jimeng nodded, his expression calm as if he was doing a very normal thing: "Well, it smells. I suggest you wash it." After saying that, she stuffed the shirt into Fan Wu's hand, turned around and walked out, striding like a meteor with a rainbow of momentum, and then bumped her head against the door frame. Fan Wu looked at the figure who was staggering out the door with his forehead covered, then looked down at the shirt in his hand, and couldn't help laughing. At night, Mo Jimeng returned to the room and found the shirt neatly folded and placed on her pillow. There is a note pressed next to it: "Since you are worried about it being dirty, please help me smell it again to see what the smell is that makes you smell it for so long." Mo Jimeng looked at the note, her ears slowly burning up. She looked down at her shirt, then at the note, then at the shirt. Three seconds later, she buried her face in it, took a deep breath, and wanted to beat herself to death. At this moment, a chuckle came from the door. Mo Jimeng raised his head suddenly and found that Fan Wu had returned at some point and was leaning on the door frame to look at her. "Why is your face so red?" Fan Wu asked. Mo Jimeng hid his shirt behind his back and said expressionlessly: "I'm allergic to you." Fan Wu raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on her hands hidden behind her back: "But you are addicted to my shirt?" Mo Jimeng: "..." The smile moved to the faces of netizens. Sister Mo: I am allergic to her. Sister Mo's nose: You fart] [She said she helped people smell their clothes to see if they were dirty, I almost believed her] [It is recommended that the program team open a separate camera seat for Mo Jimeng's nose] Intent: Love life and embrace spring