Xian Luo Gu Fuyou rested her chin on the pillow, lying motionless on the bed like a dead fish. She asked, “Si Miao, do I have a strange smell on me?” Si Miao couldn’t take it anymore and threw a pill bottle at her, “You’ve asked hundreds of times already! I’ve told you, no!” Gu Fuyou pondered, “You think it…