C141 I Am Not Tired

Zhao Qinghe pinched Zhao Chanqiu's hand, "What is it?"

The ward was silent for a few seconds. Zhao Chanqiu sniffed his neck. The sweet smell had dissipated. Because he did not take a shower, there was a faint smell of sweat, but it did not smell bad. Instead, there was an indescribable feeling.

Zhao Chanqiu felt that he was about to go crazy