Olfactory failure

Chapter 38 Happy Birthday

There is no door panel in the bathroom of the hotel suite, and there is only a shower curtain separating it from the outside room. Wen Yanshu heard the water flow clearly falling to the ground, and Zheng Chengyan's suitcase was standing at his feet.

He felt disturbed, because of Zheng Chengyan rushing here, and also because of the way the other party looked at him with a smile under the lamp, but he knew that this emotion was not only moved by joy, but also blended in the feelings towards those close to him in a foreign country. Belonging.

The olfactory system that had failed in the past two days seemed to be revived the moment he opened the door and saw Zheng Chengyan. He smelled the cold sea breeze on a winter night, the moonlight from the alley in Glass, the leather of the carriage, and the menthol in the aftershave.

Maybe he thinks that the essence formula that is close to completeness is far from full enough, because Zheng Chengyan is still expanding his inspiration for him. Whenever he feels that he is falling, in fact, the other party can pull him deeper, but never suffocate him.

The sound of the water stopped for a while, and the shower curtain couldn't block the fragrance of the shower gel provided by the hotel. Wen Yanshu brought a travel bag of toiletries himself, so today I found out that the shower gel on the wall shelf in the bathroom is the scent of orange blossom.

"When did you fly to France?" Wen Yanshu asked while leaning against the low cabinet.

Zheng Chengyan didn't get into the water much today, and his voice was still hoarse than it sounded on the phone: "It's about the same as you."

Wen Yanshu seemed to be tricked: "So I sent you a message in Paris, Guangzhou, and you were actually nearby?"

"Not all of them. I just came to Grasse this morning. I stayed in Nice yesterday to discuss the project."

Wen Yanshu lowered his head and played with the straps of his nightgown: "Did you drop by Glass after work today?"

Zheng Chengyan intuitively felt that the grievances he suffered at Wen Yanshu would drown him sooner or later: "What's the matter, who doesn't sleep at night and drives here just to make a phone call? I was so busy with work yesterday, I can't wait to hurry up After I came to see you, I was so anxious that I even forgot to book a hotel here."

Wen Yanshu accidentally pulled the strap loose, then hurriedly tied it back, and tied it tightly with a knot that is not easy to loosen: "You can do it here tonight."

Zheng Chengyan got out of the trap smoothly, and teased people with an imperceptible smile: "You won't go to sleep in another room in the middle of the night like last time?"

"..." Wen Yanshu heard the doorbell ring, turned and walked out, "I'll go get the food."

It is probably the habit of this hotel. The dinner that Wen Yanshu ordered for Zheng Chengyan also came with a glass of red wine. When Zheng Chengyan sat down at the table with his lower body wrapped in a bath towel, he tapped on the glass and asked: " Is this mine too?"

"Well, I just drank it." Just after finishing this sentence, Wen Yanshu clearly felt Zheng Chengyan's eyes on his back. He looked away from the bottles of precious fragrance ingredients he got from the experience hall, and turned around. Ask, "What's wrong?"

Zheng Chengyan asked: "Aren't you drunk?"

Wen Yanshu knew what the other party was thinking: "Just a little, I'm sober now."

"Be awake." Zheng Chengyan lowered his head and concentrated on filling his stomach. "When you wake up tomorrow, don't punch me like last time."

Wen Yanshu's subordinates scratched a corner of the label on the raw material bottle.

Zheng Chengyan didn't touch the glass of red wine. After the meal, he rang the bell to have the tableware removed. After washing up, he walked onto the terrace with the wine glass in hand.

There was a small light on on the terrace, and Wen Yanshu was writing and drawing on the formula book on the guardrail. As soon as Zheng Chengyan approached, he turned a new page.

This defensive action was too eye-catching, Zheng Chengyan put his left arm on the guardrail and looked at him sideways: "Worried about letting me see?"

Wen Yanshu didn't feel guilty, turned back to the previous page and handed the book over: "You can read it as you like."

Zheng Chengyan didn't know what was written on it, so he thoughtfully stepped down: "If you put an advertising plan or a market trend chart in front of me, I can still arouse some interest. I can't understand these professional terms."

Wen Yanshu withdrew his hand, his eyes glued to the dense data on the paper: "Auntie helped you take the picture of the Mocha you sent last night?"

"Well," Zheng Chengyan took a sip of the red wine. The wine tasted mellow, and he drank it quickly even with sips. "It always runs to your room, and it probably misses you a lot."

Wen Yanshu twisted the corner of the page, put the cap on the pen and clipped it to the hard cover.

He looked up at the blue coast in the distance, and he looked at the sea in the same way last night, but at that time he didn't feel that the colorful colors reflected on it were special, but tonight he really felt the sea water mixed with fragrance Flowing in every blood vessel of oneself.

How could it be possible for a person standing close to him not to recognize his own feelings? Wen Yanshu not only recognizes it clearly, but also understands the slightest changes in his chest.

He didn't look at the sea, nor at the people around him, but only at his own hands clasped on the notebook: "How much do you want?"

The wine glass in Zheng Chengyan's hand was empty. Standing on the terrace facing the wind with his upper body naked for so long was a crime, but half a glass of red wine poured into his throat, but he still felt the heat from his chest to his lower abdomen.

There is a small table next to Wen Yanshu. Zheng Chengyan stepped forward and knocked the bottom of the cup on the table, but the other hand was propped on the guardrail and did not retract. With a slight turn, Wen Yanshu could be trapped in front of him .

"I started thinking about it from the moment you helped me tie my tie and left my room." Like last time at the International Hotel, Zheng Chengyan tapped on the back of the other person with his fingers, "Yan Shu, open the door."

Wen Yanshu turned around with his notebook in his arms, his back tightly pressed against the guardrail behind him.

From Zheng Chengyan's eyes, he also saw the sea in Glass.

"Last time you told Mocha that if it is willing to beautify you, then allow it to kiss you." Zheng Chengyan looked down at Wen Yanshu's eyes, "Did it kiss you?"

The distance is too close. In Zheng Chengyan's eyes, Wen Yanshu saw himself being embraced by that jewel-like sea: "No."

Zheng Chengyan asked: "Then can I replace it?"

Wen Yanshu wasn't sure if he nodded, even if he didn't, he probably wouldn't reject Zheng Chengyan's next move.

But he slowed down, and the other party still didn't take any action, so he had to say "um" more clearly.

Zheng Chengyan was able to restrain himself: "Aren't you going to take the initiative?"

Wen Yanshu pursed his lips, his eyes slipped briefly, touched Zheng Chengyan's chest and the notebook he was holding in front of him, and quickly lifted it back to its original position.

He raised his face and leaned over to kiss Zheng Chengyan's chin. Before he could take it back, Zheng Chengyan tilted his head and kissed his lips faster than him, and finally dropped his hand on the guardrail, and surrounded him naturally. on his waist.

Wen Yanshu didn't let Mocha stick out his tongue. Zheng Chengyan was not Mocha, so he was more unscrupulous than a cat. He stuck out the tip of his tongue and touched Wen Yanshu's lips. When the other party opened his mouth subconsciously, he reached out to provoke him. Wen Yanshu's tongue.

Wen Yanshu is used to introversion in this aspect, how can he stand up to such a wild Zheng Chengyan, he is afraid and expecting, his calm temperament has long been dismantled to pieces, the sea breeze can't get into their entanglement At this moment, he didn't know whether to open or close his eyes.

But kissing only using the sense of touch is not enough for him to feel everything. Wen Yanshu wants to record the eyes of the other party visually, let the auditory sense capture the sticky sound, and finally feed back the erotic breath to the sense of smell.

Suddenly, Wen Yanshu's body trembled, and Zheng Chengyan pinched his buttocks through the slippery nightgown by surprise.

With a light body, he was picked up by Zheng Chengyan supporting his waist and hips. The recipe book fell on the floor of the terrace, and he stretched out his arms to hook Zheng Chengyan's neck.

The warmth in the bedroom surrounded him, Wen Yanshu was gently placed between the mattresses, and a soft pillow was stuffed on his back.

Zheng Chengyan leaned on top of Wen Yanshu, and rubbed the side of Wen Yanshu's knee with one hand: "How do you feel today?"

Wen Yanshu grasped Zheng Chengyan's upward hand, like jumping steps when answering questions while studying: "White."

Zheng Chengyan couldn't help laughing, and withdrew his hand from under Wen Yanshu's nightgown, hooked the strap, but kept it open: "It's so tight."

He turned over and got out of bed to look for the bag he had thrown on the chair. Wen Yanshu thought he was looking for a condom, so he sank into the pillow and yelled, "Zheng Chengyan."

Zheng Chengyan was not in a hurry to let Wen Yanshu call his husband when he was awake, and he responded with a rising sound.

Wen Yanshu was full of dignity: "I don't want to break my legs."

"Then come from the back." Zheng Chengyan came over with a white object, put his knees against the mattress and leaned over Wen Yanshu again.

The lights were dazzling, Wen Yanshu was a little uncertain: "What is this?"

"Your streamer, didn't you say on the phone last night that I would return it to you?" Zheng Chengyan leaned over and kissed Wen Yanshu's eyes, and while the other party closed his eyes, he quickly hid his hands in the quilt piled up beside him for a moment.

He supported Wen Yanshu's waist and asked people to turn over and lie down. This time, he didn't bully the opponent's chest, so as not to cast a psychological shadow on others.

No matter how tight the belt around the waist was, it couldn't prevent the neckline from being loose. Wen Yanshu's back collar was torn open by the person behind him, and when he felt Zheng Chengyan's kiss on the back of his neck, he unconsciously slumped down.

The string of wet kisses ran down the spine, and the upper part of the nightgown was completely loose, barely hanging on Wen Yanshu's arms. He glanced sideways, and immediately provoked Zheng Chengyan to catch up kiss.

"Last time I taught you how to archery, are you happy?" Zheng Chengyan asked, poking his face.

Wen Yanshu answered the wrong question: "That time it was pea green."

"Don't skip the steps, you've got the wrong idea." Zheng Chengyan rubbed his chin on Wen Yanshu's shoulder, guiding softly, "Aren't you happy to learn archery?"

Wen Yanshu nodded, fearing that it would be too small, he added: "Happy."

Zheng Chengyan pecked the tip of his ear comfortingly, and said, "Then I will teach you something else today."

The streamer became Wen Yanshu's accessory after a long absence, and Zheng Chengyan tied it into a standard bow.

Wrinkled white sheets, loose white nightgown, white underwear hanging on the thigh, trembling white butterflies, Wen Yanshu closed his mouth tightly to prevent his emotions from being exposed, and was kissed by Zheng Chengyan He accidentally let out a soft hum, and finally dropped his reserved voice to condemn Rao and asked more contradictoryly, regretting that he chose this position without knowing the consequences.

The butterfly turned into a light ribbon again and landed on the bed sheet. Zheng Chengyan's warm palm lay on the back of Wen Yanshu's heart, feeling the other's rapid heartbeat and slowly calming down with him.

He groped under the quilt until he took the thing that he spent the whole day making today into his hands, pecked Wen Yanshu's bridge of nose, and put the thing on the pillow.

"Yanshu, happy birthday. Although today belongs to you, I am very happy that you belong to me."

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