He Juan could not believe what he was hearing.
What did Mu Yuze just say? Smell bad? How could he— Oh goodness… he had no idea at all, didn't he? Had he always thought that He Juan avoided him because he… smelled bad? How ridiculous! A low growl rumbled deep from He Juan's chest, a sound that he never knew he could produce. It was a warning… both to himself and Mu Yuze.
His fists were clenched so tight by his side that marks must have formed from where the nails sunk into his flesh, yet he could not, for God's sake, tear his gaze away from the gorgeous man in front of him.
He said incredulously, his voice barely a rasp. "Bad? Do you smell bad… you ask?"
