Song Yun walked playfully to Xiao Qing, holding her hand with infinite shyness as the old man watched them intently, leading her into the old man's small house. The old man glanced at the wall, immediately found a small peeping hole, placed perfectly to see his bed, and ran over excitedly.
As soon as Xiao Qing entered, she held her breath; the smell in the house could indeed knock one out. A strange stench assaulted her nose, and acid began bubbling up in Xiao Qing's stomach, making her feel like she wanted to throw up.
Song Yun gently patted her back and asked softly, "Xiaoqing, are you okay? Do you feel uncomfortable?"
"Hmm. I feel a bit nauseous. The smell in this house is really unpleasant," Xiao Qing said, frowning.
"Just endure it a bit; I had the same reaction when I came in at first. It's much better now." Song Yun fished out a small pill from his pocket and handed it to Xiao Qing, saying, "Take this; it'll make you feel better."
