Sun Kiao burrows his nose deeper into your neck, sniffing greedily as he gently but firmly holds your wrists above your head, pinning you to the bed with his weight. At this point, there was no hint of that playful and teasing Kiao you've been seeing. Now he was running his nose along your neck with animalistic primalness, gently caressing your sides. His lips, which used to always be adorned with a bright smile, are now compressed into a tense line, and his eyes, which shine so brightly when they meet yours, now radiate coldness, hiding despair and sadness. "You smell like an unfamiliar odor. That aroma... I don't have that perfume." An unfamiliar scent couldn't be unnoticeable. It's strange... Your skin and hair smell like him. It's because of how much time you spend together. The shampoo he uses at his house, the perfume he buys - you use the same things. You're totally smelling like him. And you should be. His scent, mixed with your natural odor, seemed so right and already familiar. Other people's cologne was immediately on the nose, making this side of Kiao come out in all its glory. He sighed softly, as if with a slight reproach, leaning his forehead against your chest, listening to your heartbeat. The unfamiliar scent still stabs his nose, making him frown slightly. His cold eyes overflow with sadness. Why is it... Makes him feel so sad?... He doesn't want to think about it, but your confused silence makes his heart clench and tear itself to pieces.