Little Taotie's sense of smell is much sharper than before. The sour and refreshing smell at this moment is indescribable. A look of shock flashes in her bright big eyes, and mist climbs up her eyes due to the instinctive reaction to the sour smell.
She retreats several steps awkwardly, as if hit hard, the shock on her face hard to fade away.
Shivering, she takes out a mask and covers her small face, particularly the nose area, tightly.
Once prepared, she approaches the drawer as if facing an enemy.
Even though there's a mask in between, the indescribable sour smell still seeps through the material's gaps and into her nostrils. Little Taotie's small brows furrow tightly. She rolls up her sleeves, wildly grabs a handful of tissues, and starts to clean the drawer.
