Dawn of Mysterious Truths Chapter 112

Xiaosi said, stood up, patted the dust on his hands, and sighed, "The bath just now was in vain, and I have to wash it again."

"If you don't want to wash it, just wash it." Sawyer San said calmly.

Xiao Si raised his arm and smelled himself, "No, it all stinks."

Sawyer San stepped forward and grabbed his arm, put his thin little arm under his nose and smelled, "What's the smell? It smells good."

"Stop smelling, it's itchy!"