[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

Angie took Grenoye back to her home.

In order to avoid the bustling neighborhoods and noisy crowds, her residence is some distance from the Paris Opera House.In this era, there are few girls her age who live alone outside, but An Qi has no parents or relatives, and she recently bought a house in a quiet area with the savings from acting.

And Grenouille was the first man to step into her house.

The incident happened suddenly, not only Grenouille, but An Qi was also unprepared.She led him into the room, put down the marshmallows that had cooled and gradually melted, turned her head, and looked at the dirty young man.

[You have to take a shower. ]she says.

But An Qi didn't have any clothes here for Grenouille to change, so she could only take Grenouille to the bathroom first, then went out and down the stairs, knocked on the door of the apartment manager, and even wrote to him to borrow A suit of old clothes.

Grenouille was still there when he got home.

He stood in the bathtub at a loss, still holding the towel and soap that An Qi handed him, and shrank when he met Angie's questioning eyes.

Then Angie realized that according to his living environment, Grenouille probably didn't even know how to use the bathtub.

She sighed helplessly, and said slowly with her lips: [Take off the clothes for me. ]

The weather is not too hot, far from summer.Angie's house is next to the river bank, and she would still shiver in the middle of the night, while Grenouille was only wearing a thin layer of shirt, which was covered with black and yellow stains, and the original color could not be seen at all.

He took off his shirt and pants, and handed them to An Qi obediently.

Grenouille was not very old, he was skinny, and his joints were all visible under the skin.He stood naked in front of An Qi, showing no shame or fear.

[sitting in the bathtub. ] Angie ordered.

But Grenouille didn't understand. It wasn't until An Qi patted the edge of the bathtub that he sat down in the fish pond in a daze.

She knelt down | and turned on the faucet.

Angie tested the water temperature herself, and then took the soap and towel that Grenouille was still holding with her bare hands.She put the towel on one side, and simply scrubbed his body: [How old are you, sir? ]

Grenouille did not answer.

He raised his eyes timidly and gave Angie a puzzled look.That's enough to convey a useful message: he doesn't know either.An Qi shook her head helplessly, and continued with the cleaning work in hand.

Tanners don't care about workers' hygiene.From the 21st century to the present, An Qi has discovered for the first time that so much dirt can be hidden in the human body.She patiently cleaned up Grenouille's skin, from hair to neck, arms to shoulders, chest to waist, and down—

"You do it yourself," Angie said in embarrassment, "Can you? ]

She handed the towel and soap to Grenouille for the second time, and Angie wasn't sure if he understood.

Fortunately, Grenouille understood what she needed to do on her own.

She didn't ask why she bought him, nor what she planned to do next.Grenouille just followed Angie's advice and washed his lower body|body, and then his legs, just like she did.

A peaceful silence spread in the bathroom.

The water in the bathtub was changed again and again, and Grenouille did the rest silently. For a moment, Angie felt that there was no need to communicate with each other with lips. He would understand, through his other set of senses .

Until Grenouille is thoroughly washed.

Angie looked at the completely new Grenouille with satisfaction.Standing in front of her wrapped in a blanket and wearing inappropriate shoes, An Qi couldn't help but think of the stray dog ​​he had just picked up.

In the last world, Angie also met a puppy that would lick her palm, but at that time she was living in Hannibal Lecter's house after all, and Angie never mentioned adopting any small animals matter.

But in France hundreds of years ago, in Paris, she picked up a living person back.

And, it's still on her list.

[head bows. ]

She said, then stood on tiptoe, put the towel on Grenouille's head, and wiped his clean curls.

Although Grenouille was not too tall, for Angie who was petite, she still had to get half a step closer to get his hair.

The soft and clear taste enveloped Grenouille again.

Soap and water washed away the "Cross and Psyche" on her wrist, and the inferior smell was rolled into the sewer along with the sewage, and her own smell was liberated.As she approached, Grenouille sniffed more clearly than before.

The taste of mille-feuille and the soft smell of melted marshmallows.This is what she got from food. The sweetness on the surface is completely different from her own sweetness. In Grenouille's knowledge, there is no smell similar to it.

What a smell it is, soaked into the blood, imprinted on the skin, like a dessert, it doesn't quite resemble the smell when you taste it carefully.

Not enough, not enough.

The distance is very close, but the smell of water lilies in her hair and the smell of soap powder on her skin cover it up.Grenouille eagerly lowered his head, followed her movements, buried his head in the socket of her neck, and sniffed carefully.

It's like cheese topped with caramel, and it's like just warmed milk.

And that doesn't quite define her scent, because there are other scents.

Grenouille instinctively stretched out his hand and wrapped it around Angie's waist.His hand caressed her back, and even some rough movements made An Qi suddenly hold her breath and scream out in shock.

But that was only for a short moment, and her voice soon disappeared.

The smell of blood flowed slowly under her flesh; the smell of sweat slowly oozes out with the sweet smell that doesn't know where to belong.The silky smell of expensive silk blocked Grenouille's sense of smell, so he took off her dress, and the sweet breath poured into Grenouille's lungs like a flood that opened the gate.

The beautiful smell almost made Grenouille forget everything, he only had one thought in his mind: own this smell!He bent down|, squatted down, and smelled all the way along her collarbone, abdomen, waist, and then...

Angie pushed him away.

The smell surrounding him suddenly moved away, and Grenouille came back to his senses.He raised his head and met Angie's emerald green pupils.

Her pale face was flushed, and Grenouille did not quite understand why she pushed her away.She didn't stop him when he unbuttoned An Qi's dress, and she didn't resist when the tip of his nose touched her skin. Her petite body trembled slightly due to his touch, but Grenouille didn't care, he didn't care about Ann. How Qi reacted, he didn't even care what she looked like.

In Grenouille's eyes, Angie's exquisite face and gorgeous red hair are meaningless, but her smell is so wonderful.Her refusal frightened him, but Angie didn't mean to be angry.

She cupped Grenouille's cheek.

The clean Grenouille is a very handsome young man.There is no impurity in his ignorant and pure eyes - even if he took off An Qi's clothes, even if she was naked like him, with her fair skin exposed|exposed.

In a sense, this is also a daunting quality.

[What exactly are you looking for, sir? ]

An Qi moved her lips and asked silently.

Grenouille hesitated for a long time before answering as if afraid: "Smell."

She didn't seem to understand what Grenouille meant. An Qi raised her arm and gently sniffed her skin, but she couldn't smell anything.An Qi thought about it seriously: [My smell? ]

"Yes, it is."

[Does it smell good? ]

Grenouille nodded.

Angie's cheeks turned redder.

She shyly avoided Grenouille's direct gaze, and the freckles on the tip of her nose became less obvious: [Thank you. ]

He blinked.

He should have wiped his hair clean, but Grenouille's sudden attack made An Qi dare not approach him again.She just pulled the clothes back to the original position in embarrassment, and pointed to his head, she didn't notice that her address changed from "you" to "you"; [You have to wipe clean, and...]

Memories of the evening came to mind.

[Eros and Psyche. ] Angie said, [You said you could improve it. ]

She repeated "improvement" three times in succession before Grenouille understood what Angie meant.

"That's not good." Grenouille said persistently, "But I can improve it, as long as it can be in Mr. Pelissier's basement."

Angie guessed that the basement he was talking about should be the place where Mr. Pelissier stored the raw materials of the perfume.

[I can refer you to Monsieur Pelissier. ] Angie thought about it, took Grenouille's hand, and said seriously, [I thought you could be a set worker in the opera house, but you are very sensitive to smell, so you shouldn't be buried.Would you like to be an apprentice in a perfume shop and learn how to create fragrance?Even if Mr. Pelissier doesn't accept you, it doesn't matter. There are so many perfume shops in Paris, there are always designers who are willing to accept you as an apprentice. ]

These words were long and convoluted, and it took Angie a long time to explain them slowly to Grenouille.The voice hindered her ability to express, but it didn't seem to delay Grenouille's understanding.

After "reading" An Qi's explanation, he nodded and asked curiously: "Making fragrance, can I make your smell?"

[Maybe. ] Angie was a little embarrassed again, but still gave an answer.

She didn't know how much Grenouille understood or didn't understand, but since he agreed, Angie didn't struggle anymore.

[I'll take you there tomorrow, if you don't like it, you can come back at will. ]

Angie concluded with satisfaction: [Go to sleep!I tidy up the room for you. ]

As she spoke, she turned around and walked into her bedroom with the corner of her skirt in hand.Grenouille followed her blankly, until An Qi walked to the bed and began to undress, only to turn around and find that he followed in.

[Can't! ]

She tried to push Grenouille out, but he didn't move, as if he didn't understand and didn't want to leave Angie.

In the end, it was still An Qi who compromised.

Anyway, he didn't mean anything else at all, did he?An Qi thought in her heart, Grenouille only cared about her smell, so it seemed meaningless to restrain him with secular morality.

[Oh well. ] She said resignedly, [You sleep with me. ]

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