[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

Angie returned to the apartment.She opened the door, and before she stepped into the living room, she heard the sound of jingling bells coming from the second bedroom.This startled An Qi, she hurriedly stopped and looked towards the half-closed door.

"Let?"

She was answered by an eerie silence.

Then there was the sound of items being put back, and Grenouille stepped out cautiously.He hung his head, his half-length hair blocked his view, and he looked like he just happened to be caught by something wrong.

"Miss Angie," he said.

"Did something happen?"

After her words fell, Grenouille's eyes widened in shock, he tilted his head, and there was a bit of undisguised curiosity in his clear eyes.

"You may speak now, miss."

Angie raised her lips.

"Yes."

When we parted during the day, she was still struggling to communicate with Grenouille with lip language.He doesn't know sign language, and Angie doesn't plan to teach him.For a long time, the communication between the two has been more in a way beyond words - often An Qi herself is not sure whether the expression is appropriate, but Grenouille understands it.

"My silence comes from my promise to my mentor. Tonight's singing performance was very successful, so I don't have to seal my throat anymore."

She said, walking towards Grenouille without thinking.Unexpectedly, after seeing her move forward, he instinctively took a few steps back.

Angie didn't miss Grenouille's hand behind her back.

What is hidden.

Ten minutes ago, Angie and Professor James Moriarty had just passed by a crime scene, the crime scene of "Ballet Killer".

"What happened?" Angie asked, stopping her pace.

Grenouille was silent for a moment, then shook his head hesitantly.

Well, he has learned to lie.

Jean-Baptiste Grenouille was a wonderful man.Angie thought there was nothing more evil than Hannibal Lecter who ate people, or Francis Underwood who stood at the top of power.But Grenouille showed Angie a side she had never heard of.

He was as simple as a blank sheet of paper. When he first met An Qi, he followed behind An Qi ignorantly. He didn't understand right and wrong, he didn't understand etiquette, and obeyed her arrangement obediently and quietly.

Grenouille's almost primitive actions never frightened Angie, on the contrary, she had expectations of him—just like Eric, since her appearance made the Phantom of the Theater so far a poor but great musician, and He is definitely not a murderer who killed innocent people by accident, so what about being dubbed by friends as "a genius picked up from the street"?

Until the appearance of "Ballet Killer".

It has to be said that regardless of age, regardless of technology, the media's ability to name serial killers is always so... off the point.

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it."

Angie looked away and smiled.

Grenouille, who chose to slaughter, made An Qi realize how powerful the instinct of life is, and how unscrupulous it is.

Grenouille lives for smell, which is all the meaning of his existence.So he can survive the squeeze of the tanner, he can follow Angie obediently, live in her apartment, and he can quickly learn to make perfume, which makes Mr. Pelissier amazed.

He can even kill people without burden. Grenouille's evil is as simple as a piece of white paper, without conscience, without morality, and all the rules in the world are meaningless.

"You're a respectable person, Jean. I respect your **." She said, turned around, and pushed open the door of the master bedroom.

Angie managed to convince Grenouille to live in the second bedroom while he was working in the perfume shop.After that, the "Ballet Killer" began to roam the streets. When she ordered the maid to clean up every day, she tried her best not to think about what was hidden in Grenouille's room.

"Miss Angie!"

At the same time, he may not have stepped into Angie's room for a long time.

She stepped into the door, and Grenouille followed immediately.Quiet's pace was anxious and tense until An Qi turned her head and looked at him blankly: "What's wrong?"

Grenouille took a deep breath.

More pronounced fragrance.

When Miss Angie walked in, Grenouille thought it was the similar smell that confused him.But when he approached her room and closed the door, Grenouille firmly concluded that her smell had changed.

In the past, Angel's smell was very restrained, sweet and inclusive and gentle, often covered by the shampoo in her hair or the smell of cloth on her body.But now, in just one day, the returned An Qi, bursting out with a gorgeous fragrance like a ripe fruit, has become more enthusiastic and frank.

"Let?"

His silence was exchanged for Angie's curiosity. She tilted her head and watched Grenouille slowly approaching.His nostrils moved slightly, already immersed in the world of smells.Grenouille stretched out his hands, and instinctively, he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him until Angie's skin was on his thin chest.

The charming fragrance quickly enveloped Grenouille.

So ostentatious, so perfect, it soaked into his lungs, wishing to seep into his blood, in his soul, tossing and turning in the nothingness that belonged to Grenouille's own world, almost occupying all of him.

In comparison, the similar smell he was looking for was so unsatisfactory... No.

Not even good enough, Grenouille realized he was dead wrong.There were no scents like Angie's, and the ones he had collected were so poor they were worthless in front of her.

What made her taste change?

Grenouille was thinking in bewilderment, Angie was still wearing the clothes she left during the day, and her hairstyle hadn't changed much.The only difference was that she was able to speak, and Angie told him that her "singing performance" tonight was a success.Grenouille doesn't understand art at all. He doesn't understand how difficult it is for a dancer to switch to singing, but the current situation tells him that perhaps this is the key.

"Your scent, Miss Angie."

As he said, he buried his head in An Qi's neck like a child, sniffing the intoxicating fragrance carefully.

"I'd love to have it."

Angie shivered at his words.

The petite body froze for a moment in Grenouille's arms, and then An Qi raised her head.

The youth is not too tall.Although after moving into Angie's apartment, Angie tried her best to feed him with the best ingredients, trying to make Grenouille look healthier.But her plan had little effect. What Grenouille ate did not turn into fat, and he was still thin and slender, as if a gust of wind could blow away the young genius in place.

But that doesn't mean he's really weak.

Every time she was hugged by Grenouille, An Qi had to spend a lot of effort to break free.His arms were slender, but powerful, far beyond what An Qi could shake.

Today too, Angie tried to push him, but Grenouille didn't move.The domineering declaration was uttered through his mouth, which seemed ignorant and simple. She even suspected that Grenouille didn't understand the meaning of this sentence between men and women.

So she gave up struggling and instead grabbed Grenoye's waist.

"Jean, look at me."

Angel softly instructed, and Grenouille obediently obeyed.

His dark eyes met her green pupils, and Grenouille had fine features, a healthy tan from the tanning of his skin at work under the tanner.However, the normal food and adequate work and rest since today made him look healthier, and he was dressed cleanly and decently. Walking on the street, I am afraid that it would also cause many noble ladies to blush.

"You want to own my scent," she said slowly, "to make me yours, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Then, those ballerinas, and that girl who lives nearby, were murdered in order to possess their scent."

"Yes... no!"

Grenouille shook his head abruptly, his handsome face flushed with excitement, and clarified eagerly: "I, I just want to copy your smell, Miss Angie. Mr. Pelissier taught me how to make perfume , I thought I could create, produce..."

The following words, after Grenouille subconsciously let go of An Qi, were stopped by her hand gently pressing on his lips.

"Things you hid in your room."

Angie said in a low voice.

"Is it their remains?"

It wasn't until this moment that Grenouille suddenly realized what he had admitted.He looked at An Qi blankly, and her clear eyes flashed with emotions far beyond Grenoye's comprehension.But there was a faint smile on the corner of Miss Angie's mouth, as gentle and considerate as usual.

Grenouille didn't speak.

Fortunately, An Qi did not force him.

She just looked back and took a half step back: "I want to take something from you, Jean, do you mind?"

"No matter what it is, if Miss Angie needs it, just take it."

"Then take off your clothes."

He did so.

The young man unbuttoned the ocher vest, followed by a clean shirt.The simple and decent clothes fell to the ground, Grenouille glanced at An Qi, and after realizing that she had no intention of stopping, he untied his belt.

It was like the day they first met, she held his hand and walked into the bathroom.

Grenouille stood naked in front of An Qi, like a newborn baby.Angie's gaze didn't make him feel ashamed, and there was nothing to be ashamed of. Miss Angie accepted him, didn't she?

"Miss?"

However, he didn't quite understand why An Qi asked her to do this.

"Ah."

Angie responded to him inexplicably.

He is looking at her, with his head tilted, his eyes are clear, even if he is completely naked, he can't see half of the male body. I am afraid that even the angels who accompany God are no better than Jean-Baptiste at this time. Grenouille is purer.

Thinking of what she planned to do next, An Qi couldn't help curling her lips.

It's no wonder so many criminals are chasing innocent and ignorant female figures, and the vast majority of Angie's behavior is sketched according to their preferences.Now, with a similar scene in front of her, a kind of almost primitive, excited evil welled up in her heart.

"Lie in bed, Jean."

She spoke softly, and An Qi felt like a demon who deceived a saint.

"If you want to possess me, you have to give something in exchange, don't you?"

The author has something to say: My brain hurts from writing about candy. I wanted to write a brainless whore article to take a break, but... I really think too highly of myself_(:з」∠)_

Because Jiang Hua is still preparing for the exam, I don’t want to think about things that go around anymore, so I opened a new pit, and I will update the main article in the future. The portal is here: girls who use the app can go to my column to read For a moment, the first "[Comprehensive British and American] Waiting for Lily" is.

Of course, it's not that I don't know how to cheat candy, but the update will be slower. I will definitely give everyone a satisfactory ending after entering V's article, don't worry.