Shen Hui was born sensitive to smells. When he met Yan Qi, her scent made him want to throw up.
He resisted her advances, yet found himself craving her touch whenever she brushed against him by accident.
Late at night, Shen Hui would bury himself in the blankets, clutching Yan Qi's intimate clothing and breathing in her uniquely familiar scent. His face flushed as he helplessly sank deeper into it, his low gasps the only sound in the still room.
After a long while, a sob broke the silence.
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Theme: Life itself is a surprise
