As he approached, I smelled a faint perfume that I never used.
I furrowed my eyebrows and pushed him away.
The skin that he had touched seemed to have been burned by fire.
I couldn’t stand it anymore.
Carter looked at me with a sad expression. "Vivi, what's wrong? Why did you push me away?"
Because you're disgusting! You're even more disgusting than a cockroach in the sewage!
I roared in my heart.
However, my face was calm.
"Where did you come from? Why do you smell so bad."
He was stunned and his face turned pale. He lowered his head and sniffed.
Then he stammered, "I just went to a party with my friends. They brought their girlfriends with them. I must have accidentally touched them."
How intimate he must be for his body to be covered with the scent of a woman's perfume.
I suppressed my disgust and said, "It's too smelly, just like the mud in the sewers."
Carter's expression froze and he didn't know what to do. "Then I'll go take a shower right now. It won't stink after I wash it clean."
He walked to the bathroom in a panic.
I looked at his back and said lightly, "It's dirty. No matter how you wash it, it's alreay dirty."
He stopped in his tracks and almost lost his balance.