Chapter 6

After a dissection class, wouldn't the smell on the students' clothes be of formaldehyde and corpses? Why would Marshmallow's apartment smell of that?

My mind was in a mess, but I subconsciously denied that possibility. Marshmallow was a regular white-collar worker. How could he have that smell around him?

"It probably got onto me by accident. I'll go shower now." I felt like a wreck. I scrubbed myself several times in the shower before feeling like the smell was gone.

When I came out, my dormmates asked about Marshmallow and his expensive car. "I never would've expected you to be pursued by such a rich and handsome guy! How far have you guys gone?"

I waved a hand awkwardly. "It's not like that. We're just friends. There's nothing between us."

They evidently didn't believe me and smiled at me. "Come on, are you really going to keep this a secret from us? We know that car is worth millions of dollars. He bought you the most expensive flowers available, too! It's not nice to keep us