[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

Grenouille lying flat on the bed was as quiet as a sleeping child.Angie also took off her dress, her white skin was exposed, she straddled Grenouille's body, her round knees were buried between the sheets.

The clothes fell to the ground, the distance was pulled in, and the smell on An Qi's body came unobstructed.Her braids were loose, and her gorgeous red hair hung down her body in curls, bringing the smell of shampoo and lotion.The hair swayed gently between her breasts, and the ostentatious sweetness added a bit of inexplicable taste to the charming atmosphere, and Grenouille was almost intoxicated by it.

He took a deep breath, and more smells rushed into his lungs, the smell of Angie's lip balm, the smell of sweat, the smell between his legs, the completely different smells mixed together, like A grand symphony.

"Let."

Grenouille came out of this performance, he raised his eyes and met Angie's eyes.

There was a dangerous light in her green eyes, Grenouille seemed to understand where the change in her scent came from.

"Miss Angie?"

Angie raised her lips.

Grenouille's breathing gradually calmed down. He opened his eyes and saw Angie lying beside him.She was half lying on the other side of the bed, naked|naked, with gorgeous red hair scattered on her shoulders, half covering the faint freckles on her cheeks and shoulders.The dim light cast a light color on An Qi's fair skin, especially her blushing brows.

Her emerald green eyes met Grenouille's, and Angie pillowed beside him.

At that moment, Jean-Baptiste Grenouille somewhat understood the meaning of "the angel of the opera house is so beautiful" in the mouth of others.

It's just that for Grenouille, more shocks still come from his world, the kingdom of smell.

Sweat, □□, are entangled with Angie's own smell. The originally vigorous and changing smell is wrapped in lust |, tumbling, fermenting and sublimating in Grenouille's lungs, lifting his heart that has been hanging.

Still not enough.

Grenouille turned around, he stretched out his hand, and his thin fingertips landed on her full and small lips.The kiss just now still stayed in his senses, and Grenouille couldn't help reminiscing about her smell: "Such behavior."

"Huh?" Angie blinked.

His fingers slowly moved down from An Qi's lips, to her chin, to her neck, to her immature breasts, then to her abdomen, and then stayed between the girl's slender and soft legs.

"Same as a kiss."

Indeed not enough.The smell of sex rising from An Qi's body has not disappeared, he can smell it.

"You can only do it with people you like."

Grenouille didn't understand what sex | love was all about, no one taught him, and he never cared.The young clerk in the perfume shop once asked Grenouille in a nasty joking tone, "Has she ever sung to you alone in bed", but Grenouille only cared about Angie's unique smell.

"You like me, Miss Angie."

Now, the element added to her scent, Grenouille's restlessness, is more driving than your physical reaction and spiritual urgency just now.

An Qi quietly looked at Grenouille who approached actively, she held his cheeks, and the smell became more obvious: "Yes, Grenouille. You can't do this with other girls, because of their smell Neither."

how could be.

How could there be "other girls" like An Qi?

It wasn't until this moment that Grenouille truly understood: everything he had done before, with great care and painstaking effort, was nothing worth mentioning.It's like other perfume houses trying to copy the modified "Cross and Psyche", but in vain.

Grenouille did not answer.His actions replaced his words, just like when they got along before, she could understand everything without any communication.

He held An Qi's shoulders, and the bridge of his nose rested on the top of her collarbone.Grenouille sniffed deeply, trying to completely occupy Angie's smell. His head rubbed gently on her skin along the place where his fingers just passed, inch by inch.until reaching the finish line.

"Let……"

It's his turn.

Angie's voice came from above, and Grenouille looked up.She bit her finger, her emerald green eyes were full of emotions, too complicated for Grenouille to read.

It was his turn to remember Angie's scent.

So Grenouille just acted on instinct.

late at night.

Grenouille looked up.

The lights went out, but the room was not dark.Angie doesn't like to cover the bedroom with heavy curtains, she will draw the curtains after turning off the lights every day.Today was the same, the clear and cold moonlight came in and flowed on the bed.The top of his head rubbed against An Qi's shoulder, and the fragrant breath filled his nostrils.

He was content, as if for the first time in his life, he had gained meaning in his existence - he had captured the scent of his dreams.

An Qi was asleep, and her cheeks that were stained with blush by desire not long ago returned to calm.The slender eyelashes drooped serenely, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, as if dreaming of something wonderful.Sensing Grenouille's actions, she instinctively moved her hands around him, following her movement, Grenouille buried her cheeks in Angie's neck.

The smell of passion|desire has almost disappeared, and what remains is no longer enough to cover her own breath.After she fell asleep, the tenderness and tolerance came back again. It was flamboyant again, no longer sharp, and the aggressiveness disappeared. The fragrance and sweetness returned to peace, mixed with the smell of water lily shampoo.Grenouille took a light breath and couldn't help being intoxicated.

He finally got her breath, fully felt, felt, remembered, and then... no.

The scene of working in a perfume shop during the day emerged from the bottom of my heart, and bland spices and stereotyped perfumes flooded up, Grenouille frowned.He thought of the leather and powdery smell of the shop clerk, and his friendly, yet teasing expression.

The usual Grenouille never cared what he said to himself, but there was one sentence that stayed in his heart.

"Has she ever sung to you alone in bed, as sweetly as she sings on a theater stage?"

——Miss Angie, a legend of the Paris Opera House.From a famous dancer to a stunning singer, she only spent one night.News of her fame will be published in the next day's newspapers, and critics will say that it is no wonder that even the king and prince of Bohemia fall for her. She is an angel sent by God to Paris and to the French.

So how does this count as "getting her scent"?

The simple and clear facts quickly filled Grenouille's heart after being satisfied: after dawn, Angie would wear her clothes as usual, covering up the graceful taste under the clumsy fabrics.Then she would leave, disappear from his senses, and not return until late at night.

Her smell did not belong to him.

"Do not……"

Grenouille let out a broken voice.

Why can't he keep An Qi's breath forever?He has done his best, exhausted all means.But that's not enough, still not enough.

An indescribable despair came to his heart, and gradually, Grenouille's breathing became short of breath.He was almost sobbing in Angie's arms.And they are so close, skin to skin, breath intertwined, how could An Qi not feel it?

She heard his voice and opened her eyes dimly: "Jean, what's the matter?"

Responding to her was Grenouille holding her hands tightly.

His head was buried in her hair, his strong fingers clinging to her back.Thin fingers tangled in her red hair.Immediately, Grenouille was taken aback, the soft touch of his hair reminded him of what he had done.

The guest bedroom also contained the victim's hair.

The girl who never died was carried out by the police.

He destroyed the perfume he made because it was far from Angie's fragrance.

She was staring at him curiously with green eyes.

Grenouille's hands slowly moved up to Angie's slender neck.His bronze skin was like a black brand between her white neck.

"Let?"

There was a look of surprise on An Qi's face, she blinked and woke up.Then her palm brushed against Grenouille's face, and the wet touch made him dullly aware that he was crying.

"What's the matter?"

Grenouille pressed An Qi under her body with a little force. She had no intention of resisting at all, but instead showed a worried expression.

Kind and gentle, simple and ignorant.

"I'm sorry, Miss Angie."

he said in a low voice.

"I must keep your scent forever."

The author has something to say: Since Jiang Hua suffers from severe virginity phobia, this car has been stuck for more than a month... [wiping sweat