A familiar smell hit, this smell was very special, as if it had been smelled somewhere.

The appearance of Ping Ye flashed in my mind, and my body stiffened, like falling into an ice cave. I remember, this is the taste of formalin.

Subconsciously swallowing my saliva, I felt something still wrapped in the quilt.

It seems to be a person.

Who the hell is it! Who hid under the covers. Who's messing with me......

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