Seeing that there was still the chill in the depths of Cen Mo's eyes, Song Yao frowned and patted her chest, saying, "I feel nauseous just from smelling this. Even my esophagus feels like it's burning!"
After saying this, Song Yao could no longer suppress the urge of wanting to puke. She let go of Cen Mo's arm and rushed to the wall, resting her hands against it as she retched.
Cen Mo turned his head to the side and tried to smell the scent on himself. It was likely because he was often tainted by the smell of blood that he had long gotten used to it… But it wasn't the case for Song Yao!
