C157 That's him

I turned my head and gave him another look, closing my eyes, touching my clothes, and getting dressed.

Sleep, there's his smell here.

As for his scent, I do not know what it is.

It smelled familiar, but he couldn't tell.

I don't want to go into it either.

As long as he knew that it was very clean, without any messy smell of perfume or the aura of extravagance, he would be the one