The locomotive was moving very fast, the roar was deafening, Johnson pressed against the other's broad chest, the bitter orange smell of tobacco and men's perfume on his clothes made him dizzy.
My numb cheek regained feeling and then I felt a vague pain.
He subconsciously wanted to rub his face, but a voice stopped him from above: "Don't move!"
Johnson froze, his expression blank until the motorcycle stopped and he was carried into the house by the man.
The warm air enveloped his whole body, and soon his skin turned red, which was the mark of frostbite, and the numbness and itchiness soon emerged. Johnson controlled himself not to scratch, because he knew the feeling of frostbite festering.
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