For several days in a row, Chi Le went to Sheng's house on time every day, and Sheng Zhuo would hold Chi Le in his arms and take a sip of the scent every time, just like sucking a cat, to relieve the anger and irritability in his body. Chi Le had been sucked by him for five consecutive days, and he even suspected that he had a catnip physique. Otherwise, why would Sheng Zhuo look very helpful every time he took a sip
In any case, Sheng Zhuo's susceptible period finally showed some signs of passing, and his mood became more stable. At least when Chi Le took him out for a walk, he no longer wanted to beat people up at any time and place.
Chi Le breathed a sigh of relief. These past few days, he had to accompany Sheng Zhuo while also being on guard against Sheng Zhuo having any "improper" thoughts towards him. He was really exhausted.
After lunch, Chi Le collapsed on the sofa, his body next to Sheng Zhuo. The warm sunlight shone in, and they both felt warm.
Sheng Zhuo pinched his eyebrows. His expression was no longer as irritable as in the past few days, but there was a hint of fatigue between his brows.
Chi Le looked at the dark circles under Sheng Zhuo's eyes, and immediately softened his heart. He pulled him towards the bedroom, "Let me take a nap with you."
Sheng Zhuo was quite tormented by the susceptible period, and Chi Le was also a little tired, so they lay down on the bed, with their pillows placed side by side and covered with a quilt.
Sheng Zhuo turned his head to look at Chi Le, sniffing him like a puppy, from his hair to his neck, and along his collarbone again and again.
His hair was stiff and it was a little itchy on Chi Le's jaw. Chi Le smiled and reached out to push his head, "What are you smelling?"
Sheng Zhuo was like a possessed man, reluctant to leave, "You smell so good."
Chi Le retorted without even thinking, "Impossible, I never use perfume."
"Really." Sheng Zhuo said firmly, "It doesn't smell like perfume, it smells like you."
"How is that possible?" Chi Le raised his sleeve and sniffed, but couldn't smell anything. "What do you smell?"
Sheng Zhuo leaned over and sniffed it again, then kissed him lightly on the base of his ear, "I can't really describe it, it's a little fragrant and a little sweet."
Anyway, it smelled good. He could never smell it enough or kiss it enough. But the fragrance was too faint, so vague that it made him itchy.
He reached out and gently pinched the back of Chi Le's neck, "Especially here, the fragrance is the strongest."
As Sheng Zhuo's fingertips kneaded, Chi Le suddenly felt an unfamiliar tingling sensation in his body, from the back of his neck to his toes. He almost made a sound, but he bit his lips hard to hold back the ambiguous sound that was about to come out, and quickly pushed Sheng Zhuo's hand away.
"What's wrong?" Sheng Zhuo asked worriedly.
Chi Le shook his head gently and raised his hand to touch the back of his neck. The skin on the back of his neck was smooth and flat, and there was no other feeling except a slight tingling sensation.
really weird.
Chi Le lowered his head and glanced at Sheng Zhuo's hand, suspecting that there was something wrong with Sheng Zhuo's hand. It must have been caused by static electricity just now.
He didn't take it seriously and quickly forgot about the reaction just now. He closed his eyes and prepared to go to sleep.
Sheng Zhuo looked at him silently, his voice hoarse, "Le Le."
Chi Le closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. After spending the past few days together, he knew that Sheng Zhuo must want to kiss him again when he called him like that.
Oh, his wife is extremely clingy. As a husband, he really can’t handle it.
Sheng Zhuo touched his ear, looked at his fluttering eyelashes, and whispered, "Lebao."