She hugged him tighter.
Jiu Yue pursed his lips slightly. He could smell the smell of dishwashing liquid, and the sweat on Sun Yuhan, who hasn't showered yet. There was a strange smell coming from her. Lu Yi had never thought himself a clean freak, especially after living in the small apartment that had an assortment of weird smells. At this moment, however, he learned something else about himself; he was very sensitive to smells.
He knew what smelt good and clean, and what didn't.
But he did not push her away. Even as she wrapped herself around him, he was unflustered, his mind like still water.
He couldn't, if they were in a relationship.
If he had been there to see her.
If he had lost his memories trying to save her.
