Perfume Journey

3. [TrussardiPythonMen/Python]

Top notes: fig bark milk, tea tree leaves

Middle Note: Snake Fruit, Resin, Mediterranean Cypress

Aftertaste: Burmese teak, bourbon vanilla, Dunja bean, musk

When he opened his eyes from sleep, he didn't know where he was for a moment.

The ceiling of the old apartment, some noisy voices from outside the window, the crowded bed and the body temperature on the waist that does not belong to me.The heating was turned on in the room, and the faint fragrance beside the pillow seemed familiar, but this was not his place.He chose to buy the high floors of the building just to have a quiet morning.

An average-sized double bed is too crowded for two men who are over six feet tall... Thinking in a daze, he turned over to avoid the direct sunlight that penetrated the thin curtains, and faced the sleeping man who was hugging him.

Thin black hair curled up wildly, and wild eyebrows and eyes were peacefully sleeping, giving him a sense of youth that was just right for his age.Silently moved the arm on the waist away, trying not to disturb the person who was still in the dream, lifted the blanket and sat on the edge of the bed, a slight tingling pain came from the private part of the lower body with the movement, Roy frowned unconsciously, last night Indulgence quickly comes to mind.

The body has been simply cleaned, and there is no longer that obscene, attractive smell in the air.

They were so close during sex, except for the fishy musk of the man in heat, and the indistinguishable teak and vanilla that smeared his body time and time again.Roy thought it was the perfume used by Fernand that made the smell lingering, but now he realizes that the smell exists in this space. The fragrance is mild and mild, but it can't hide the essence of aggression. It's kind of like the apple tree in the Garden of Eden. The demon on the tree is more similar to the young man behind him - Roy doesn't think he is qualified to be old, but he is always a little older than Fernand - tempting to fall.

"Are you awake?" The hand on the side of the bed was covered by the other hand. Roy lowered his head and looked at Fernand wrapped in a blanket unconsciously, his voice was still deeply sleepy. "what time is it now?"

"Twenty seven." He had only checked the time a minute ago, and the watch was the only thing left on his body.

Fernand squinted his eyes and stretched, "Why don't you get more sleep?"

"...I'm used to getting up early."

"Oh." He fell down again, burying his face in the pillow and muttering, "If you're okay... just wait for me."

"Huh?" Roy bent over, kicked his trousers on the ground, and made a short nasal voice of doubt.

"We can have breakfast together."

"Okay," it's okay anyway, it's okay to start with dinner and end with breakfast, there is a beginning and an end.With that in mind, he deliberately ignored the discomfort in his lower body and stood up, "Borrow a bathroom."

"...Hmm." Fernand responded in a low voice.He was conscious, but his body still stubbornly wanted to stay on the bed, the warm, soft sheets, and the residual warmth of another person.There was the sound of running water in the bathroom, and he got up, with the blanket still wrapped around his lower body, curled up and buried his face between his knees, full of waking lethargy.

At [-]:[-], he glanced at the alarm clock by the bed, and he wiped his face and moaned, which is really a good habit.Turning out of the bed, I accidentally tripped over my clothes and saw the sanitary products that were casually thrown on the ground.

Pick them up one by one and throw them into the trash can. I don’t have any memory of how many times I did it last night. When he asked, the man didn’t refuse, and when those long legs wrapped around his waist to urge him, Fernand certainly wouldn’t. Stopping the scenery, the number of times accumulated in this way is quite considerable.

Thinking of the man sitting naked by the bed just now, revealing his finely textured back and smooth waistline, his slightly drooping eyes like translucent emeralds in the sun, and the untouchable sense of distance, Fernand shook his head. Open the bathroom door - unlocked, better habit than getting up early.

Fernand looked at him through the mist, his eyes drooping as if he was thinking.Without any hesitation, he interrupted Roy's meditation directly: "Are you hungry?"

Roy came back to his senses and thought for a while before answering. "A little."

"Me too, so..." He automatically stepped into the range of the shower while the other party raised his eyebrows silently, and he stroked Roy's chest with warm water, leaving a more obvious reddish hickey, which naturally made Roy suspicious Isn't Fernand's move too natural? "We wash together to save time."

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Three or ten minutes later, two tall and conspicuous men were sitting in a small breakfast shop, looking at each other speechlessly... No, they didn't actually look at each other, because Roy was very serious, and elegantly removed the steak on the plate. The muffins were cut into eight pieces.

Fernand looked refreshed, took a sip of black coffee and smiled.

"Bad mood?"

"The bathroom in your house is very crowded." He raised the corners of his mouth about five degrees and pulled out a perfunctory smile.

"The two men are crowded together." Nodding, I agree.

"I think you also know that washing together does not save time." Otherwise, things that can be solved in 10 minutes will not be delayed into three 10 minutes.

"'Holding on' for too long is sometimes not a good thing, right." He smiled lowly, enjoying the dissatisfaction and complaints of people who were always calm and didn't have much emotional reaction.

Roy resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Could it be his fault? "...Please pass me the ketchup, thank you."

"You obviously enjoy it..." whispered, deliberately speaking in a volume that only the other party could hear clearly, handed out the things according to the words, saw him throw a blank stare, and poured the ketchup on the nearby plate full of fried rice with a little force. Egg rolls, pork slices and salad on a plate.

"Don't mess with me, shut up and eat your breakfast." He thinks he's well-educated, at least in the past few years, whether it's business failures, bargaining with manufacturers, or encountering troublesome employees and so on. I have never been irritated before, although the business situation is different... But now Roy feels that he obviously needs to practice more.

Covering his smile with a coffee cup, Fernand was very sensible and didn't continue, so as to save Roy from slapping the table and leaving, that was not his intention.

Obediently lowered his head to finish the smoked salmon bagel with pickles and lettuce on his plate, and occasionally raised his eyes to look at the opposite side.A person who drives a high-end car, wears a custom-made suit, and a watch that can be worn casually with T-shirts and jeans is estimated to cost more than 1000 yuan. At the moment, he is eating very seriously, and has not expressed any dissatisfaction with a breakfast of [-] yuan.He looked decidedly well-bred as he emptied all the food from his plate, picked up the hot coffee that came later, and blew away the slow mist.

Then he said, "You should have woken me up. I said last night."

"Why?" Fernand asked amusedly, "Because of the one-night stand rules? Is it polite not to stay overnight? To be honest, I was so tired yesterday that I just wanted to sleep, and you should be about the same. And..."

There was a slight gasp behind him, and Roy raised his eyebrows, waiting for Fernand to continue.He didn't bother to care if someone heard it, even if he heard it, it wouldn't hinder him.

"I don't mind at all." Gazing into those green eyes, he said slowly and playfully, "Looking at the way you cum, I really think that you can sleep a few more nights if you want."

Then Roy was stunned for a moment, his face turned blue and white for an instant, and then he coughed on the spot.Fernand smiled happily, and didn't care that the other party's reaction was more shock than surprise, so he walked around to Roy and patted his back.

"Be careful." His next sentence made Roy cough harder, "Just accept other people's compliments generously, don't be so excited."

"I..." The water remained in the trachea, choking uncomfortably, spit out a syllable and then covered his mouth and coughed, "You...!"

"I'll talk later." When Roy finally stopped his cough and resumed his normal breathing, he patted his hand along the back and put it on the other side by the way. "better?"

"...Well. You said, that sentence just now was a compliment?" Taking out a few tissues to wipe off the corners of his mouth and palms, he thought to himself that he was just a normal person whose moral standard line was at the average level of society, and he was far from being shameless. not enough.

"Of course, does that sound like an insult?"

...isn't it.He threw his eyes over, who knows how many times he rolled his eyes today, "It doesn't look like a compliment either."

"Some compliments are suitable for bed." Fernand leaned over and licked his earlobe.Resin and cypress, it is obvious that I use a perfume that is always evaluated as aggressive, but it is warm and sexy on another person, as if after last night, with the intense sex, the compelling aggression rushed into him imprinted on the body.

"Of course," Roy hid the momentary trembling of his body, "It would be my honor if you can say something other than a compliment in bed." He smiled softly and sincerely, and grabbed the hand that slipped to his shoulder The strength is not small.

Fernand knows very well when to restrain himself, lest someone wring his wrist off in embarrassment.He stepped back to his original position and beckoned the waiter to refill his coffee.The waitress with dyed blond hair walked around the table in a rhythmic way, refilled their coffee cups, set down a few napkins on the table, and walked away with her hips twisted.

"Oh," Fernand tapped his fingertips on the napkin as if he had discovered something interesting, "You're so welcome, handsome guy."

A string of mobile phone numbers and women's names were written on napkins that were deliberately divided into two stacks and placed near Roy's side.Very corny, but a useful way to strike up a conversation in many situations.He picked up the napkin and slowly scanned the numbers.What did that waitress look like just now?He thought, "The hair and eyes should be darker, maybe... black would be good." Almost unconsciously, he put the tissue in his pocket and took a sip of coffee, as if he had solved another problem.

"Why put it away if you don't appreciate it?" The sentence just now didn't seem to be interesting to the waitress.

"It's polite;" his voice was soft and low, and he answered it as a matter of course. "There's no need to embarrass a lady in person."

gentleman.Fernand thought a little disapprovingly.He had to admit that what he said made sense, leaving the napkin with the number written on it, no matter who came to clean up the table in the end, the owner of the number would definitely not feel very good.

"You are so gentle."

"I'm a pacifist."

"Is the term used like this?"

"Language has different usage methods and meanings depending on the place and situation, so..." He leaned back, his expression seemed to say, "I just love to use it like this, can you control it?" 』

"Your definition of peace is really broad."

"Hmph." He hummed twice and wanted to say something more, when the reminder sound effect of the scheduled event in the mobile phone calendar suddenly sounded. "I have an appointment in an hour." Roy quickly browsed through today's itinerary, without even a half-second pause, and said after taking out two five-dollar bills from his wallet and putting them on the table.

"Does this mean goodbye?"

"Very correct." He stood up, and his polite and gentle smile contained a kind of determination that no one could comment on.That's actually nothing, it's just that the time is up and he should go.

"Goodbye." Fernand was also very straightforward, he didn't hold back, he knew that there was no need to do more useless things.

"Oh." Roy raised his mouth slightly, stretched out his hand, raised Fernand's jaw with his beautiful fingertips, leaned over and pecked his lips, "I had a good night last night, goodbye."

When the man passed by, the fragrance he brought was not too obvious, and it lingered faintly. Like a playboy, he dropped the insincere farewell words and waved his hands without leaving any contact information.Out of the corner of Fernand's eyes, he saw the disappointment that the waitress looked at just now, and he picked up the cup of coffee in front of him again, and sipped the faint smile on his lips.

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After the overlapping legs were put down, they were folded in the other direction.Roy must admit that when a person does something he is not used to, despite a strong adjustment mentality, it cannot hide the fact that the body protests.

"Damn," murmured, fidgeting in the high chair at the bar.

"What's wrong with you today?" Joan, who is a bartender, poured a glass of whiskey for the boss, shareholder and childhood playmate, "It looks like you want to leave quickly."

"It's okay." Picking up the russet wine full of creamy caramel and smoky aroma, his head didn't hurt, but he subconsciously rubbed his temples to prevent Joan from continuing to fill the glass, "No, wait a minute and have an appointment with the professor, I'd better not go there smelling of alcohol."

If it wasn't for this reason, he really wanted to drink a few more glasses to see if he could forget the "discomfort" in his body.Just now when he was reading the financial report, he couldn't concentrate because of this, so he had to take things home and study them slowly.

"Almost forgot you got yourself into school again, that's great. How long does it take to graduate?"

"Let's see when the thesis was written. I heard that someone read it for ten years." Hearing that, he felt horrified at the time, but it was a helpless fact.

"Writing a doctoral dissertation for ten years? It's really a masterpiece."

"That's not it." Roy didn't feel right no matter how he sat, he simply left the chair and put the wine glass on the stage.

With the well-maintained mustache on Qiong Shunshun's mouth, his old friend is not normal today. "Hey, are you really okay?"

"It's okay..." Roy wiped his face, well, he has a way to stop excessive concern.The moment he moved his palm away from his face, he immediately changed his expression, leaned forward and patted Joan's cheek erotically, with a half-raised eyebrow and half-smile, "You want to know what's wrong with me?"

The army of goosebumps started to march on the arms. Joan shook twice, and slapped away the unruly hand that touched her face and then touched it a few more times. This is sexual harassment in the workplace! "Ugh, nasty! Who wants to know what's wrong with you! Even if you get stabbed by a man, you deserve it!"

"Joan, you're scolding your boss now. And you're fat, and you don't feel right." Roy was thinking about the possibility of Joan changing his career as a psychic. Guessing so accurately, being a bartender seems a bit wasteful.

"Sexual harassment!" he screamed hysterically, "Ronald Redmayne! Sexual harassment is fine and you think I'm fat! I'm not fat! Don't think that there are many women who are taller than me and thinner than me. Amazing, I don’t envy you at all, you bastard who died a hundred times!”

...Thanks, Joan, I just found out today that you hate me so much.

The big boss who accidentally poked the hot spot made a quick decision, "Last time I met a brunette Latin beauty."

"None of my business!"

"Hot body, looks like an E." He went on quickly before his bartender was about to swing the bottle and kill someone: "She likes guys with mustaches, I mentioned you to her, if you don't mind ..."

He crossed the bar and hugged the boss and beat him happily, "Of course I don't mind, brother!"

"..." Roy decided sullenly not to argue with him for the time being, just for the time being.

☆、4.AntonioBanderasSpiritNightFever／Spanish Night [Limited]

★Good boy's moral propaganda★

★This article is forbidden under the age of 18, please do not watch it if you are underage★

4.【AntonioBanderasSpiritNightFever／Spanish Night】

Top notes: bergamot, mandarin, mandarin leaf, orange blossom

Middle Flavor: Cinnamon Bark

Aftertaste: Tahitian Vetiver, Sweet Vanilla, Amber, Tobacco, Patchouli, Musk

Beth Smith's songs are being played in the bar. The beautiful and rich contralto echoes in the low-key wooden decoration space. Except for the interlacing sound of cups and plates, only the guests are talking in low voice against the melancholy blues.

The pace of the whole store is leisurely and comfortable, but Joan is still very busy.There is no order at the bar for the time being. Most of the customers are having dinner at this time, so the demand for bartending is relatively reduced. The male customer at table one called "balalaika" and was accosted twice in front of his female partner.

Fernand politely but not very patiently dismissed the second woman who came to strike up a conversation, and said to Meg's jealous gaze, "Are you jealous? Staring at me is useless."

"Good-looking men are really popular?" He said in a disdainful tone, "It's a pity that it's not a man who strikes up a conversation."

The waiter quickly brought the wine, Fernand picked it up and took a sip, it smelled of citrus. "It's so sour, you asked me to come out for a drink."

"I care about you. You've been so well-behaved lately that I wonder if you're going to die." Is it because you're worried that he's under too much pressure?Where can I find a friend who is so caring like her!She bit the straw, her voice muffled, "Isn't it because I decided to study hard and at the same time, I didn't have the interest to do it? Accumulating too much is not good for the body."

"When did my sex life become your concern?"

Meg ate the cinnamon roll in front of her and wiped her hands, the aroma of cinnamon still strong on her fingertips. "It's just... very unlike you." The advantage of living in the opposite door is that it is convenient to observe the movement of the residents on the opposite side, especially the student dormitory with poor sound insulation.

Fernand is basically a guy who never refuses anyone and has no morals. Recently, seeing him study hard, he almost didn’t take anyone home to open a room—Meg didn’t rule out the possibility that he had already vented outside—and met him Until now, she had never seen Fernand so peaceful.

"Maybe I fell in love with someone, and now I only have desires for him?" With a steady voice without ups and downs, he was not interested in confessing that he had just spent the night fighting in bed with someone a few days ago.Meg wasn't there every day, how could she know at any time whether he had brought anyone home or not.

"..." Meg hissed, as if hearing some kind of bad joke. "Is not funny."

Turning her head and looking around, she focused on the guests in the bar, scoring everyone in her heart, even the guests who had just entered the door.The consumer groups here seem to be that way, men in well-fitted suits, women who are well-dressed and fashionable, and white-collar workers who can afford it.

The door of the bar was pushed open, and a man held the door with one hand to let the woman beside him enter. Meg recognized her almost immediately. "Oh, isn't that Sophie?"

"Acquaintance?" Following her gaze, he didn't know where the Sophie Meg was talking about, but unexpectedly saw Roy leading a petite oriental girl from the door to the bar.

"We're from the same department." Meg smacked her lips. "That man is so damn good-looking, isn't he a model? Who would have thought that besides grabbing scholarships, she is also very good at finding men."

Seeing that the man told her to sit down first, Fernand lowered his head as if asking what she wanted to drink before turning to the bartender to order.He couldn't hear the conversation between the man and the bartender, but only saw his side face with a casual smile on his lips.

The man's expression towards the girl was very gentle.

"Looks good? Which one?"

"Red hair, iron gray suit, talking to the bartender right now, the guy with the little oriental girl sitting next to him."

"Hmph." Fernand raised his eyebrows, admitting what Meg said, obviously they saw the same one.He wasn't sure if he had ever seen that oriental girl, maybe, maybe not, the facial features of oriental people were so hard to recognize.

"...Are you familiar with that woman?"

"Normal. What's wrong?"

"Nice guy." He propped his jaw and looked in the direction of the man, he said.

"You bad guy." Meg smiled happily and stood up. "Come on, let's say hello."

Joan shoved a bartender called a Highball in front of the girl and served Roy's Old Pal with sweet eaux-de-vie.90.00% of the reason he didn't give his boss the middle finger when he completely forgot about the latina beauty he promised to introduce and walked in with a woman swaggering in was because the lady partner didn't look like she could walk into a bar age.

Small, delicate and slender.It is difficult for an oriental person to judge age. Without the boss leading the way, she would not even be able to pass the age check at the door.

Roy's wrist was on her shoulder, and he leaned against the back of his fingers, holding her in his arms, an intimate and not easy to touch respectful gesture, Joan had never seen him treat a woman like this.

"The color of your glass is so beautiful." Sophie tapped the rim of the champagne glass lightly with her fingertips. The wine was like an orange sunset glow, somewhat similar to Roy's red hair, but the color was lighter and less Very gorgeous.

"... Roy." She stared at the cup being picked up and put down, without taking her eyes off it.

"You won't like it." He said softly, pressing the cold glass against his lips, focusing on the bittersweet taste.

When Roy put down his wine glass, his shoulders were put on his shoulders, and the call was right next to his ears. "Roy?" He turned his head reflexively and met Fernand's eyes.At the same time Meg put Sophie on the shoulder to divert her attention.

He wondered if he should say "what a coincidence, we met again" as a greeting first, and waited for a few moments before the other party didn't speak before realizing that Fernand was not calling himself, but asking a question.

"ROY, that's what family members or close friends call it," he said.

Pressing on Roy's shoulder blades, "This nickname has nothing to do with your name..."

"No, it's said that when the name was first named, my parents were at a stalemate over the names Ronald and Roy..." He shrugged, with a look of "you know", this action made Fernand Slide it slightly inward, just enough that the thumb can be raised to brush the side of his neck. "Now they still insist on calling me by a different name."

"Roy is easier to shout." Fernand leaned over, his face was only two or three inches away from his hair.Woody fragrance, calm and sophisticated, elegant posture. "Which one do you like?"

"I don't hate it at all." He gave an ambiguous answer, "Whatever you like, you can call it whatever you like."

"Oh." After prolonging the ending sound as if in thought, Fernand moved a little closer, and in a low voice, casually took the topic away. "Is there anyone around?"

He paused, and glanced in Sophie's direction. Her friend looked over by chance, and somehow he smelled premeditated.As for Joan, the good employee does not interfere with the boss's private life, stepping aside early to serve other guests.

"No, please sit down." Roy thought, there is no reason to refuse.He is also willing to be challenged, if premeditated.

Meg secretly glanced in the direction of Fernand, who sat down logically, and happened to meet the man's eyes.

Emerald green, indifferent...then the man provoked a smile.For a moment, she felt that the man was brilliant, and she could understand why Fernand saw him at a glance.

There is a kind of person who becomes a landscape when he stops.

A strong sense of presence, even if he didn't intend to set his sights on anyone.

"Sweetheart, why don't you introduce me?" Roy cut into the timing very cleverly. He didn't push away Fernand's hand on his shoulder, and he only spoke at the moment when he met Meg's eyes.Looking at her, but talking to Sophie.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Sophie shrank her shoulders and returned to the sitting posture facing the bar. "My classmate, Meg; Meg, this is Ronald, a doctoral candidate."

Hearing this introduction, Meg was not very surprised. The man's temperament indeed seemed to have read a lot of books. Of course, a doctoral candidate means that he has passed the qualification examination, and the only thing missing is the thesis that he does not know how many years it will take to write.

"The schools are all the same. If you are not satisfied with my introduction, please add your own." Poking Roy's arm a little maliciously, it was obvious that a hand was on his shoulder and he just retracted it. Sophie would not Pretend not to see. "And what about your 'friend'?"

"Fernand; Sophie." Roy's introduction was very brief.Fernand nodded as a response.

Sophie blinked, "That's it?"

"If you want to know anything else, you can ask yourself." Roy didn't know what else he could say, "He gave me oral sex once in the library"? "Barely be friends with benefits"?That was a really good intro.

"Oh..." He looked back and forth at Roy and Fernand, as if he didn't know what to talk about.Finally she smiled, "He's handsome, you know, and I don't mind if you leave early."

Classmate, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable!

Meg wondered inwardly, and felt that perhaps she had misjudged the situation.Fernand seems to be acquainted with the man, and Sophie's attitude is not like the man's girlfriend.

Roy glanced over the other two, "I don't think there is a need to change the reservation."

"Really?" Meg heard Sophie say, with a smile, she began to feel that the relationship between the three people was in a delicate situation, and the three parties—she thought she was just a bystander, didn't talk about it. Muddy water——you can drink and chat without knowing it.

Sophie became a little tipsy after downing several glasses of cocktails.She bumped her head into Roy's arm, "Why can you drink a glass of wine for an hour? It will make the wine taste bad!"

"Because I have to drive." With half an elbow resting on the bar, Roy sat reclined and straightened him up. His answer was so gentle.

"Oh, but..." She shook it, brought about a quarter of the wine in front of Roy and drank it all in one go, and put down the champagne glass proudly: "It's really going to be terrible!"

He was speechless, seeing that Sophie was about to pick up her own wine again, and quickly moved the glass away. "You stop drinking."

She shook her head: "You can't waste food."

"Okay, then I'll finish this cup and take you home?"

Nodding his head, he muttered inexplicably, "Hmm."

He remembered that Sophie didn't drink that badly, and it took less than an hour since she sat down, which was unusually fast.

Forget it, whatever.Roy raised his head and drank her wine, maybe he was too used to it, and didn't notice that this behavior was too intimate in the eyes of others.

He left his seat, embraced the girl who was still dangling on the chair with one hand, and turned to ask the other two, "By the way, send you off?"

"If it's delivered to your house." Fernand answered quickly, wrapping his hands around Roy's waist, showing that the relationship is not simple; Meg refused on the grounds of driving by herself, and she still remembered to help Fernand , spontaneously wanted to help Sophie to the door.

Sophie shook her head vigorously, slammed her whole body towards Roy, knocked Fernand's hand away by the way, and walked slowly towards the door by herself.

"Well, she refused." He said with a pun, seeing Fernand shaking his hands in pain, he suddenly felt a sense of pleasure, Roy shook the car keys, "I'm going to drive."

Fernand suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him in his direction.

"I'm with you," he said, almost touching.almost.

Roy stared at the held arm, feeling a little puzzled and at a loss.In the end, he didn't say much, and nodded to signal Fernand to follow.

The parking lot, which can only rely on external light sources, is very dark, and it took Roy a little longer to find the car.When he grabbed the door handle, Fernand also covered his hand, and his soft voice was like a caress, gently sliding over.

"You like her?" He had been watching their interaction coldly.

That girl was very different from Roy.He restrained his arrogance and indifference, and treated her with a gentle and soft attitude. With a look and a movement, it was not difficult to see that they could understand each other without talking.If it is not intentional, how can such understanding be explained?

Roy was taken aback, but didn't answer immediately, he could only let the other party's breath blow over the back of his neck and invade his own domain.

Fernand continued self-consciously, "It doesn't look like she hates you, huh?"

Sticking to Roy's back, his hands slid along his arms, wrapping around his body like a snake.I don't know where the residual fragrance of lily was contaminated, as if it was embraced by the owner of the residual fragrance with a slender arm just a moment ago, it has the urge to cover up with other stronger smells.

"No..." He vetoed Fernand's speculation, but soon realized that he didn't know what to veto, shook his head, and could only remain silent.

"I'm not right?" He smiled lightly, expressing his disbelief. "You are a handsome man, do you want someone... Isn't such a little girl easy enough for you? Even I am fascinated by you."

Roy lowered his head and let his warm fingertips rest on his chest.It's not often that he expresses his emotions directly like this, and he wants to refute, but he can't find the exact words to say.

It's not like that, cherishing someone is self-evident, he knows that he will care, and that the girl will feel a little lost when she has someone by her side, but that's not love.no.

...that is, existence.But not love.

"Aren't you going to answer me?"

"What do you want me to say?" The corner of his mouth curled up into a wry smile, he didn't know what he could say or explain.

"A simple yes or no, or you have something else to say."

"I love her." The body in his arms behind him was warm but compelling. Roy took a deep breath. He knew that his whole body was tense. An inexplicable sense of powerlessness urged him to continue, and he squeezed out fiercely from between his teeth. Answer: "But I don't want to be her boyfriend, let alone fuck her!"

Love her but don't want to keep her for yourself?Fernand couldn't understand.Maybe there are some concerns, maybe there are more reasons.

"Let me accompany you tonight." She gently kissed the back of his neck and sighed vaguely.

Roy wanted to ask him why he was so persistent for a moment, but the words rolled on his tongue, and he remained silent in the end.

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Roy sent Sophie home, and from her eyes he knew she was not drunk at all.Then he didn't make any detours, and drove directly to his home. There was another person in the passenger seat.

Multiple access control, security, a high-end building with one household per floor.

This is not the deepest impression Fernand walked into that house.It was the smell that came when the owner of the house opened the heavy black door.

Clean with no extra room fragrance smell.Fernand didn't know whether the patchouli floating secretly in the dark came from the man walking in front or from the dark room.

Maybe both, Roy stronger.

Of course, Roy would not know what Fernand felt. When he cut the light switch, he also decisively cut the dark fragrance in the unknown space.

"Come in," Roy said politely, "the house is a little messy, I don't think you mind?"

"Of course, don't worry about such things."

Walking through the porch and entering the living room, light yellow lights are shining. This is a decorative home mainly in beige, with simple tones and few complicated decorations.Great sense of space, simple and elegant, delicate but not flashy.

"Sit." He pointed to the L-shaped sofa in the living room, which is also mainly white, like linen.There is a lake blue patterned carpet in front of the sofa, and the big soft pillows are messy from the sofa to the carpet.

On the wall next to the [-]-inch plasma TV, some magazines and records are placed in the pure white multi-compartment lockers, and some small sundries that look interesting but not practical; the end of the sofa is just at the edge of the corner of the carpet The pile of books on the low log table is almost thirty centimeters high, full of dangerous balance.

Roy walked towards the open kitchen and threw his suit jacket on the back of the dining table and chairs, "Tea or wine?"

"I've had too much to drink tonight, please give me tea, thank you."

Roy took out the tea bag and tea set from the glass cabinet. It was a bit late, and he didn't want to waste a lot of trouble. He simply made a cup, tore off the tea bag packaging, put it into the cup, and slowly poured hot water.He was very focused on the series of actions of making tea for himself and the other party. After counting the time, he picked up the tea bag to avoid the astringency, and raised his head.

"Why don't you sit down?"

Fernand smiled but said nothing.He just pulled the chair directly opposite Roy and sat down.

He was surprised by the option Roy gave him.He looks like a fashionable urban man who lives on coffee and spirits. Maybe when he enjoys solitude, he is in his own high-rise building, holding a glass of spirits in his hand, watching the colorful neon night scene outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows.Go to the gym and bars when you are free.Simple and lively, indulge in pleasure; don't waste time to calm down and savor the aroma and mellowness of a cup of black tea.

And such a man asked him if he wanted some tea.

And he seems to be quite particular about the steps and process of making tea.

Roy pushed the black tea to Fernand.A glass was placed directly in front of him, and a glass next to it, which happened to be another vacant place.

With a smile, Fernand opened the chair for him. "please."

"Thank you, you are so considerate." Roy said with an incomprehensible smile twice, picked up the porcelain cup and gently blew away the misty mist on the tea, quiet and silent.

This scene is somewhat strange.He sat at home drinking tea with a man whom he knew only by name, slept once, and knew almost nothing but his body.

Fernand chose tea between wine and tea... Roy was not surprised.

Drunken sex is truth; spirits are