Olfactory failure

This address came out of Wen Yanshu's mouth suddenly and calmly, floating lightly in the ups and downs of the banquet hall, but it made Zheng Chengyan feel a wave of heat rising from somewhere in his body. Attacking his throat, he ran around making his mouth dry.

During the limited reception time, the little people are busy building relationships with big companies, and people of equal strength are busy making friends with you and me, but Zheng Chengyan doesn't want to talk to anyone, and he tilts his head in Wen Yanshu's ear and listens to the addiction: "Call again."

In the end, Wen Yanshu still behaved arrogantly when he was drunk: "Why say so many meaningless things?"

no point?

Zheng Chengyan's hand fell from Wen Yanshu's shoulder, and he took the hand that was hanging beside the seam of his trousers.

He had to let Wen Yanshu know that it was meaningful no matter how many times he did it.

Wen Yanshu's wine products saved both parties a lot of unnecessary trouble, Zheng Chengyan led him to find the organizer to bid farewell, but Xihe's boss was considerate and directly arranged hotel suites for the guests.

The receptionist led them upstairs, during which Zheng Chengyan never let go of Wen Yanshu's hand, and when the receptionist gently closed the door, the sound of the bolt bouncing sounded like a signal for tonight.

"Arranging a replacement driver is cheaper than arranging a guest room. Is the organizer really ignorant or fake?" Wen Yanshu leaned against the door of the room and waited for the fainting to pass, but his mouth was not forgiving.

"It's for the beauty of adults. He is so smart that he can't see the relationship between us? He wants to wait for us..." He held Wen Yanshu's hand wearing a wedding ring, and corrected himself after a second pause, "I want to wait for me in the future owe him a favor."

While Wen Yanshu lowered his head and pondered the key points between his words, he grabbed the other side's two skirts: "Drinking so much wine, aren't you hot?"

Wen Yanshu lowered his hands, seeing the other party take off his clothes: "You are hotter."

"Where is it hot?" Zheng Chengyan put his finger into the gap between the fingertips of the belt, and slowly pulled out one end.

Wen Yanshu replied seriously: "Palm."

In the past, when they entered the house, they took off their clothes and didn't look at each other. Today was the first time they felt touching and being touched. The place outside the home seemed to be a cover for their real marriage relationship.

Therefore, every movement of Zheng Chengyan is deliberately slow and meticulous, so that Wen Yanshu can catch every detail when he wakes up, and realize that he is not being forced at the moment, and he has the will to resist or run away. Chance.

"Have you ever thought that my palm has always been this temperature?" Zheng Chengyan finally took off Wen Yanshu's belt, folded it in half and then folded it in half, held it in his hand and rubbed against the outside of Wen Yanshu's thigh through his trousers Ceng, "It's just that you have never held a hand before, so you don't know."

Wen Yanshu tightened his legs all of a sudden, Zheng Chengyan hooked his waist, and while the other fell into his arms, he casually hung the belt on the doorknob.

He has never hugged Wen Yanshu before, and now he knows what it feels like to hug. He has the satisfaction brought by the superimposed body temperature of both parties, and also the luck and joy of controlling the heartbeat frequency of the other party. His hand fell on Wen Yanshu's lap. They patted on the lower back, like a signal sent before a brief separation in the banquet hall: "Yan Shu, do you want it?"

Except for his mouth, Wen Yanshu is obedient everywhere, with his eyelids half-drooped and resting on Zheng Chengyan's shoulder, he said, "Don't hurt me."

"Where is it?" Zheng Chengyan slid his palms down, wrapped Wen Yanshu's body up and lifted him face to face, and walked towards the big bed in the middle of the room.

Different from people from all walks of life who always want to embellish themselves uniquely at the reception, Wen Yanshu does not have the scent of perfume that highlights his personality, and his sense of smell blocks the smell of expensive alcohol. It belongs to Wen Yanshu's breath—it's the pure fragrance of the body itself.

At this time, whether it is more driven by desire or more emotional awakening seems to be less important, Zheng Chengyan supported Wen Yanshu's body, raised his eyes and saw Wen Yanshu sinking between two pillows and looking at him deeply.

"What are you thinking?" Zheng Chengyan asked.

Wen Yanshu's body was very relaxed, as if he was unaware of the danger ahead, one hand was still loosely placed on Zheng Chengyan's knee that was touching the mattress: "I'm picking on something wrong with your outfit."

Zheng Chengyan looked down and said, "What can you pick out? I bought the shirt after you nodded and said yes, and you picked the tie yourself."

Wen Yanshu's fingertips poked on the metal ornament pinned in the middle of the tie: "The tie clip is a bit plain."

"Is there something wrong with not wanting to attract people's attention?" Zheng Chengyan took off his tie, took Wen Yanshu's two wrists and pressed them on the head of the bed, and tied them together with a tie, as if creating a visual feast rather than caring about it Ties are more pleasing to the eye, wrinkled or not.

After finishing all this, the two looked at each other in silence, Zheng Chengyan felt uncomfortable, and while leaving room for Wen Yanshu to think about it, he was also struggling with his own psychology: "Actually, you can push me away."

While Wen Yanshu was silent, he tried to identify the scent that belonged to Zheng Chengyan, but he didn't know if he was affected by the smell of alcohol. He seemed to always fail: "Why can they all find out the scent related to love?"

The temperature in the room, the fermentation of alcohol, and the rise in desire, the combination of the three made Zheng Chengyan have to take off his coat first: "How can we explore the truth based on imagination, have you experienced it personally?"

Wen Yanshu shook his head, the collection of wind in his work in the past allowed him to explore various raw materials by himself, but he could not find the source of extraction for love.

"I haven't felt it before, but I think I can try it tonight." Zheng Chengyan put one hand on the mattress, and the other hand hooked Wen Yanshu's chin with the side of his finger like they did at their wedding , "How about you, would you like to?"

Wen Yanshu felt that he was floating in the middle notes of the perfume. As long as he nodded, they would send specific messages to every inch of his skin, then forcefully throw him high into the air, and then gently catch him.

Two years ago, Zheng Chengyan said softly to Wen Yanshu, "Don't be afraid", and today, two years later, he hovered over Wen Yanshu's face, lowered his eyes and looked at each other for a moment, and let the first kiss between them , falling on the tip of Wen Yanshu's nose.

"This is the breath of a kiss." Zheng Chengyan said.

Clothes were scattered beside the bed, only a black shirt was not intact hanging on Wen Yanshu's body, he was held in front of Zheng Chengyan and couldn't move, only one mouth was free: "Okay..."

"Abdominal muscles?" Zheng Chengyan grabbed Wen Yanshu's right hand and placed it on his abdomen. After thinking for a while, he changed the wedding ring on his right hand to his left.

There was a whole box of unopened condoms in a humane manner on the bedside table in the hotel. He reached out to take one, and Wen Yanshu's hand on his abdomen naturally slid down and fell on his thigh because of his leaning movement.

"Don't break the pieces after you wake up," it was very interesting to see Wen Yanshu's hand wearing the wedding ring, Zheng Chengyan covered the back of Wen Yanshu's hand, and handed the corner of the jagged package to the other party's mouth, "Hey, bite it off."

All the promises made back then were annulled tonight, and a pair of wedding rings that were originally only used as superficial work seemed to be endowed with the meaning they should have when they held their fingers tightly.

Zheng Chengyan caged Wen Yanshu between the quilts, and looked at the people under him, frowning or humming softly. He was very surprised that the other party would show such an expression, and he wanted Wen Yanshu to understand what it was like to be here while enjoying reading. Why: "Yanshu, why don't you talk?"

Wen Yanshu's back rubbed against the bed sheet, sweating profusely, he turned his head and buried his face in the pillow on the other side, and after a while turned back to look up at Zheng Chengyan's face.

The intrusion of alcohol on the brain has made his sense of breath very slow. He has been invited to write fragrance reviews many times, and he has never been so inarticulate as he is now: "I feel like I am walking in a rainstorm."

"Who asked you to say this?" Zheng Chengyan grabbed Wen Yanshu's bound hands and hung them around his neck, leaned over to support the other person's back, hugged the person to his lap, and gave Wen Yanshu a hug for the first time. Labeled "dumb," "You're enjoying the touch, not the brain work. You just say you like it or don't like it, want a kiss or a hug, get it?"

Wen Yanshu leaned on Zheng Chengyan's shoulder, feeling dizzy as if walking on a bumpy mountain road, and didn't have the strength to nod, so he responded softly: "I'm feeling you."

He didn't say whether he liked it or not, and he didn't ask for kisses or hugs. Even when Zheng Chengyan put him back on the bed, raised his hand to take the slender tie from the tie on his wrist and put it on him, he didn't ask for a kiss or a hug. Just enjoy with half-closed eyes.

After the end, Zheng Chengyan tucked the comatose person into the bed, picked up the underwear under the bed to take a shower, and by the way replied to the message sent by his mother half an hour ago: Come later tomorrow, and cook the usual dishes, let auntie Don't make it spicy, make it lighter.

Within 2 minutes, his mother called: "Are you still asleep?"

Zheng Chengyan had no choice but to turn off the water valve: "Ms. Wang, I'm about to take a bath."

"I just care about a few words," Wang Tingzheng said, "Why are you being so bland? Who is sick?"

Zheng Chengyan said: "I'm not sick, just a little angry."

"Okay, then I'll go to a hot pot restaurant with your dad to satisfy my appetite." Wang Tingzheng said, "Where is Yanshu, asleep?"

Zheng Chengyan leaned on the glass wall of the shower room with folded arms: "I just fell asleep."

Wang Tingzheng scolded with a smile: "As for revealing so much to me, you ran to take a bath as soon as he fell asleep, what's wrong?"

Zheng Chengyan is quite innocent: "I didn't say anything, don't think too much, Ms. Wang. By the way, I have something to discuss with you. After dinner tomorrow, you can find a way to hold Yanshu back, and we can stay at home to sleep." One night, and leave the next morning."

Putting down his phone, Zheng Chengyan took a shower comfortably, dried himself, piled the clothes he brought in intact at the end of the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down in it.

It turned out that Wen Yanshu looked like this after he was asleep. Zheng Chengyan gently rubbed his fingertips over the thick eyelashes, then slid his fingers down from the bridge of the other's nose, and finally touched his lips.

Next time, I will learn to kiss when Wen Yanshu is awake.

The smell of alcohol in the room dissipated after one night, and Wen Yanshu felt as if he had been drenched in a high-temperature rainstorm, and in the end he was stuffed wet into the bed by someone.

He seemed to have found some inspiration in a chaotic dream, but those uncombined breaths were contrary to his original creative ideas, and when he wanted to reorganize his ideas, he felt a terrible headache.

What came before consciousness was the discomfort felt by the body. The area from the tailbone to the thigh was all sore, and the upper body was not much better. Wen Yanshu heard every inch of his body protesting when he moved a little, and it was this A silent protest prompts him to snap his eyes open—

His thoughts froze for a moment when his eyes met Zheng Chengyan's sleeping face.

Every morning after he got married, the first thing he saw after waking up was the ornaments on the bedside table, the chandelier on the ceiling, or the curtains with simple and elegant patterns. He never thought that one day he would see Zheng Chengyan s face.

The fragments of the dream came together little by little. Wen Yanshu recalled the absurd conversation and flattery last night, he quietly retracted his hand resting on the pillow and tried it out, and was devastated to find that all his clothes were missing.

While groping, he caught a slender thing on the bed sheet. He took a look in front of his eyes, pieced together his memory several times, and finally determined where the familiarity it brought came from.

This tie clip was the only fault he picked on Zheng Chengyan last night, and later Zheng Chengyan used it to bully him like revenge, but he still enjoyed it!

When the eyes were out of focus, the person next to the pillow opened his eyes, Wen Yanshu clenched his fist and hid the tie clip in his palm, Zheng Chengyan laughed before he woke up: "What's the matter, I wanted to punch your husband early in the morning? "