Olfactory failure

Zheng Chengyan's chest and back hadn't been completely dried yet, water beads meandered through the gullies of the muscles, and in an instant Wen Yanshu sensed the champagne smell left by Zheng Chengyan when he slowed down his breath and kissed the tip of his nose , that complex taste contains a series of flavors such as brioche, almond apple and minerals, and the sweetness is so soft that it is easy to ignore.

Most of Zheng Chengyan's breath could not be identified by smell. Wen Yanshu was used to this strange phenomenon. He walked in and couldn't find anything to do, so he touched the hair dryer on the table: "Auntie said you drank it?" few."

"It's okay, the main reason is that the smell of liquor is a bit strong," Zheng Chengyan wiped his hair, "I'm afraid it will irritate your nasal cavity."

Wen Yanshu looked away from the function button of the hair dryer: "I'm not that impatient, as long as it's not in close contact for a long time, it's fine."

Zheng Chengyan suspected that the water that flowed into the ear canal when he washed his hair was poured into his brain, otherwise how could he have reacted so long to the first half of Wen Yanshu's sentence: "Impatience... what?"

"I'm impatient," Wen Yanshu just finished repeating, when a crack suddenly appeared on his serious face, "I mean the sense of smell, which is derived from the performance of the car."

"I know." Zheng Chengyan smiled, pulled the towel off his neck, pulled the chair by the table and sat down, "Want to help me dry my hair?"

The hair dryer was still held by Wen Yanshu. He hadn't thought about it at first, but Zheng Chengyan raised his face and raised his gaze to look at him, with a look of eagerness.

Wen Yanshu loosened and tightened his grip on the handle of the hair dryer. He has never been in a relationship, but he knows that only those who are close to each other will blow their hair.

The edge of the palm suddenly brushed against the familiar temperature, Zheng Chengyan pulled the hair dryer from his hand: "Just kidding, I'll do it myself."

The hot wind was noisy, filling the entire bedroom in an instant, Wen Yanshu was getting close, his face was touched by the hot wind, and he hurriedly took a step back.

Standing at this angle, he watched Zheng Chengyan's slender fingers caressing the root of his hair, which was held on his hip last night; the undyed hair was pure black and slightly stiff, and when it touched his shoulders and neck, it would cause a series of twitches. Itching.

A perfumer is supposed to be good at writing various images into aromas, but no one knows that, as a senior perfumer of the Nafieli brand, he has actually never experienced many of the things he wants to create.

Zheng Chengyan, who is restrained by a gentleman, has changed back to his top tune, but he has already stepped into the creation of the middle tune. If he doesn't grasp the feeling in time, the inspiration will slip away quietly.

Wen Yanshu raised his foot to make up for the step he had just taken back. Zheng Chengyan was pressing his neck and blowing the hair on the back of his head. He stretched out a finger and stroked a short section of the exposed back of the neck from top to bottom.

Zheng Chengyan immediately turned around: "What's wrong?"

Wen Yanshu said: "I will help you."

His voice was overwhelmed by the howling wind, Zheng Chengyan turned off the hair dryer: "I didn't hear clearly."

Wen Yanshu directly took off the hot hair dryer, his voice was so flat that no emotion could be heard, as if he was just narrating an ordinary subject: "I have no experience in serving people, please close your eyes to prevent the hot air from sweeping into your eyes."

The sound of the wind filled the room again.

Zheng Chengyan has given many instructions in the company, but now he heard what Yanshu said, but he obeyed.

But when he closed his eyes, he could feel Wen Yanshu's cool five fingers rubbing his hair roots, and the bulging hot wind poured into his heart.

It was hard for him to describe this feeling, he only said regret and luck, the regret was because he was sure that he had a crush on Wen Yanshu, but the flight was delayed for two full years; as for luck, he and Wen Yanshu didn't have to go through separation and separation Together, they were together from beginning to end.

The wind stopped, and the room became silent. Wen Yanshu left Zheng Chengyan's hair, turned around and put the hair dryer cord back into the cabinet.

Before he finished deliberating on the scent of shampoo left in his palm, Wen Yanshu heard the soft sound of mattress springs behind him. He turned his head, and Zheng Chengyan was lying on his back on the bed without even taking off the bath towel.

Didn't he say that he can drink well? Wen Yanshu walked two steps around to the side of the bed, the other's forearm rested on his forehead, and the shadow cast made him unable to see his face clearly: "Did you get dizzy from drinking too much?"

Zheng Chengyan was doing very well, but was relieved by Wen Yanshu's pat on the head, and he closed his eyes and thought about it: "It's okay, what time is it?"

The answer was quite ambiguous, Wen Yanshu raised his wrist to check the time: "It's 10:30."

Zheng Chengyan succeeded and said: "It's so late, go back to sleep tomorrow, it's rare that you don't have to get up for work on weekends."

He spoke lightly, but it sounded like thunder to Wen Yanshu's ears: "But——"

He could find no reason to object.

Zheng Chengyan just had a drink, so he is not suitable to steer the steering wheel.

And he himself hadn't had his first night's energy yet, and he wasn't suitable for traveling for an hour.

The cat food bowl at home was full before going out, and Mocha didn't need them to worry.

Wen Yanshu glanced at the corridor outside the door: "Which room do I sleep in?"

Zheng Chengyan finally took off the arm that was resting on his face, and smiled like a fool under the light: "You still want to sleep in separate rooms in this room, what should you think if you let them know?"

Half a quarter of an hour ago, his face was still full of laziness, and when he revealed his real purpose, Zheng Chengyan couldn't pretend anymore, and got up and closed the door: "I don't smell like alcohol anymore, even if I have been in close contact for a long time Stimulate your sense of smell, do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

The closed door seemed to be pronouncing a sentence, and Wen Yanshu was at a loss when he heard the crisp clicking sound: "Why did you lock the door?"

Zheng Chengyan walked back and forth in the room, brushing his hair with a comb, walking by the coat rack to get his nightgown, which he tossed at the end, tormenting people with a careless face: "Have you put ointment on your chest? Does it still hurt?" pain?"

Speaking of this makes me angry, Wen Yanshu bowed his head and could still smell the menthol smell of the ointment in his neckline, he was so leisurely during the day that he passed a note to Zheng Chengyan saying he was not angry, now there is no point in bringing up annoying things again reason.

He forgot all about respect and etiquette, what he was afraid of was that they would share the bed together, and all the drunken scenes would happen again: "Go to sleep by yourself, I'll go home."

Everyone came to the door, Zheng Chengyan called the other party to stop: "Yan Shu, I will not bully you."

Changing his tricks to make the badness turn into deceptive gentleness, Zheng Chengyan actually wanted to go over and pull the person over, but he didn't understand the other person's intentions, so he had to measure the distance everywhere and lure Wen Yanshu to walk towards him: "When holding hands, I said I will let you go when I enter the house, you believe me."

"Then this time, would you trust me again?"