After lunch, the maids and servants packed up Bai Su's things.
The young man was half-leaning on the couch in the study to rest, his wrist resting on his cheek, his head nodding.
The wind blew in from the window lattice, bringing with it the fragrance of early spring flowers.
The rice paper on the table also rolled up and fell down.
Bai Su was sitting next to the delicate young boy. She had to say, even though the other party didn't have Omega pheromones, just looking at him quietly made the restless glands in the back of her neck feel much better.
I really want to touch him.
I want to touch his fan-like eyelashes, his porcelain-white face, and the skin on the back of his neck...
Although I know rationally that he is not my own, I still subconsciously believe that he is my Omega.
Bai Su leaned against the small square table where she usually wrote, resting her chin with one hand, and looked at him quietly.
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Duan Changchuan had already noticed that she was looking at him. In fact, he was not asleep at all, he was just pretending to doze with his eyes closed.
When Bai Su just sat over, he had already noticed it. He thought she was just here to read and that she would be done with him after a few glances, but he didn't expect that after a long time, the gaze on him didn't disappear.
Along with that gaze, there was also a waft of peony fragrance.
The fragrance is tranquil and peaceful, and smells slightly sweet, but if you smell it carefully, you can find a subtle astringency.
Duan Changchuan suddenly thought of a picture book about the human world that he had once read.
The male protagonist in the picture book is a poor scholar.
A poor scholar planted an orchid in his home. He watered the orchid every day and read beside it. Over time, the orchid became intelligent.
The wise orchid uses fragrance to convey the message it wants to express.
There is a description in the book that says:
[When the orchid is happy, the fragrance smells open and bright in the heart; if the orchid is sad, the fragrance smells bitter, and the scholar feels suffocated and uncomfortable when he smells it.
The only time the scholar smelled the honey-like fragrance was when his fingertips touched the pistil of the orchid.
That night, the orchid transformed into a young lady and entered his dream.]
The story was about a common love story between a spirit and a mortal, which was included in the strange stories and anthologies of the human world. Duan Changchuan read a few pages and found it boring so he put it aside.
At that time he didn't believe these things and didn't take them seriously.
But now, smelling the fragrance that only he could smell and feeling the soft message in this fragrance, Duan Changchuan suddenly felt a little shaken.
Is this fragrance really like what Yun Xie said, or is it just something he imagined...
Even if everyone has a unique fragrance, can the fragrance be so specific? Besides... He received a strange message when he met Bai Su once.
No matter how much he fantasizes, no matter how much he falls in love with her at first sight, he would never imagine that she kisses him, let alone that she says he is "so good".
Suspicious in every way...
The more I think about it, the more I feel that Yun Xie is just forcing an explanation.
How about... pretending to be asleep now and taking this opportunity to test her
I pretended to sneeze first, then asked her in a daze: What kind of fragrance do you wear? It's so strong that it makes my nose itchy.
Or pretend to be asleep, mutter in your dream, and ask: Are the peonies blooming? Why is there a peony smell in the room
As the boy thought about it, his hands tucked into his sleeves clenched unconsciously, and his eyelashes trembled more and more violently.
I didn't know that my thoughts had already been seen through.
Before I could put all my ideas into practice, a soft blanket was covered on me.
Then, he could smell the fragrance of peony. With the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other, he was pushed to lie on his back.
"If you are very sleepy, just have a good sleep."
He heard the woman say.
The voice was as gentle as her scent.
Then, the sound of wooden clogs leaving was heard.
Duan Changchuan slowly opened his eyes, looked at the white blanket on his body, and was stunned for a long time.
I pinched a corner and put it under my nose, then sniffed it gently.
[Are you so sleepy? Just hold on a little longer, be good, blow dry your hair before going to sleep. ]
[…]
[Really... Okay, there's nothing I can do to you.]
[Well... it’s all because of you...]
In a trance, he heard Bai Su's voice again.
Faintly... there seems to be another man
It sounds a little soft and nasal, uh... pretty delicate.
I couldn't help but brush off the goose bumps on my arms: Why is a grown man like this so delicate
Weird.
The author has something to say:
Now
Duan Chuanchuan: He is a grown man, why is he so spoiled (disdained) (jealous)? Bai Su can bear it.
later
Duan Chuanchuan: ...??? This can't be me! I can't be that delicate!!! (Pupils tremble) (doubt life) (secret joy)
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I know this chapter is short, but... hahahahahahaha, I really want to end it here.
Now, please invite Duan Chuanchuan to come forward and embarrass himself, and perform a segment of "I am jealous of myself" and "I hate myself"! (Quack, quack!)
(Being hit by the cub
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In addition, I will be going on vacation soon, which will last for about half a month. My schedule is not tight, so I will try my best to update, but the frequency cannot be guaranteed. I will explain to you all (no, will tell you all) when I come back!