Perfume Journey

★Good boy's moral propaganda★

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8.【ARMANDBASIINRED／Red Jade and Silver Willow】

Top notes: Chinese mandarin, bergamot, ginger, cardamom

Heart Notes: Lily of the Valley, Rose, Jasmine, Violet Leaf

Aftertaste: woody, white musk, green moss

The seats are decorated with flower beds, just beside the circular dance floor, which is convenient for dancing, but it is a bit noisy.

The waiter originally arranged for them to be in a more secluded place. When Sophie thought of the dinner friends tonight, she thought that the secluded place would be better for those who cared to chat. She only needed a place that was most likely to be distracted by other things. .

The truth is, if it wasn't for the promise that someone would pay for it, Sophie would have taken Fernand to McDonald's to settle the meal. It was simple and quick, and there was no need to be so speechless.

Sophie put down her knife and fork.The premium bar was too far last time, this time she looked for one closer to the school.

She has always been very grateful to Roy for his keen taste for food, which makes the food in his company's restaurants have a good enough foundation, although it is not enough compared to the extensive and profound Chinese cuisine.

It's a pity that she is not in a happy mood to eat now, this is really a blasphemy to food, and eating happily is her daily goal!

Weeping in her heart, she refused Fernand's question if she wanted to add some alcohol. Sophie didn't have the guts to get drunk in front of unfamiliar men.She really wanted to cry, it was already miserable not to be able to eat salty crispy chicken in the United States, and now she couldn’t eat and drink as much as she wanted, and she was about to have a stomachache, it was like murdering her.

She admitted that Fernand was very polite, purely in terms of etiquette, regardless of attitude.

That politeness is different from Roy's gentlemanly demeanor. Roy respects women and sees the natural physical inequality of all sexes; although there is occasional contempt, this is what she likes about Roy-the contempt comes from The disdain for the stupid, as long as he has strength, he can win his respect, and that has nothing to do with men and women.

As for Fernand.Sophie glanced at him with a twitching smile at the corner of her mouth. The superficial politeness was also polite. The feeling was not so strong when Roy was in the middle of the bar.Can you stop staring at the eyes of the experimental animals?She's not worth studying woohoo at all.

Asking the waiter to take away the empty plates, Fernand stopped eating, but in fact there were only drinks left on the table.

The attitude is natural, the smile is quiet and calm.She has her own pace, and she is never shy or timid when she should speak, nor is she cautious for fear of making mistakes, which is common among Orientals.

Meg once said that he was full of mystery, that he hid his thoughts so deeply that he would not reveal his true opinions; he was quick and ruthless, and did not hesitate to remove stumbling blocks in his way.Although it is polite, it is extremely aggressive, and timid people dare not approach it at all.

The girl in front of her was so petite, but she wasn't afraid of him at all.

"How was the meal?" she asked.

"Not bad." The business is also good. It is close to the school, the price is reasonable, the atmosphere is not too formal, and there is a dance floor and a small bar, which meets the needs of students.

"You can tell the boss behind the scenes yourself, he should be happy to hear such an evaluation..." Zhang Yusheng's phone rang, and she looked at the name displayed on the screen, "Sorry, answer the call."

"Of course." He made a please-go gesture.

"Hello? Well, I just had enough... chatting."

"Did you have a good chat? 』

Very unhappy feeling thank you.Sophie looked at Fernand in every possible way, "Very happy."

"It seems that I don't need to save you? 』Roy’s voice was like drinking honey, damn it, she wants to eat ten more desserts to vent her anger!

She did something in her heart, and answered the person on the other end of the phone with a sweet smile. "Please, I need you very much, please come over after work. I believe it will be more enjoyable to have you join."

"You guys can have a few drinks, dance, and relax.Of course, just a suggestion. 』

This suggestion is too terrible, you want to exercise my nerves is not the case!Sophie screamed inwardly. "Please—give me a more practical suggestion?"

"Be patient and you can make friends." 』

"Patience and courtesy are qualities I'm proud of."

Probably hearing the gnashing of teeth in Sophie's voice, Roy told the truth. "I'm already in the store. 』

"Where? Where?"

"At the bar, we need to talk about something, about 10 minutes?"

"Okay, hurry up and get busy, goodbye." Rewinding the line super fast, the less time you talk, the faster the rescue, she mourned tonight for not being in a happy mood and destroying food is enough.

Turning back to Fernand, "Come on let's dance," she said, her voice buoyant.

"Oh?" How abrupt is this change?

"Drink a few glasses of wine, have a dance, and make friends." She stood up, "You can refuse, but for the next 10 minutes, I will refuse to be your shield."

"10 minutes?" You can check out and leave immediately, why wait until 10 minutes later?Fernand is intrigued by the time limit she speaks of.He took Sophie's hand out to him, "I hope your dancing skills are half as good as your grades."

Hum hum.challenge me?I am so gentle, humble, humble and generous, so of course I won't argue with you, at most I will avenge the mouse.

She was pulled onto the dance floor between two songs, almost held hostage to match his dance steps.

Under the leadership of Fernand, the rhythm of the dance steps is smooth and active. She spins out and then is pulled back. The frustration of two or four beats is quite strong; Feel how this man is used to being in control.

Warm, intimate, full of aggression.

The affectionate gaze that seemed to make people burn was fierce and brutal... Sophie really hoped that Fernand didn't want to take the opportunity to strangle her, because she really didn't know what kind of hatred they had.

At the end of the music, he let the girl slowly circle in his arms with the beat, "What's the point of 10 minutes?" She was about five feet three inches, only reaching his chest height, surprisingly petite.The faint fragrance of lily and rose on the body is elegant and self-sufficient.

Sophie grabbed the arm he was holding on to her body, as if she was out of breath after running a hundred meters. After her heartbeat was not so violent, she spoke after a while, "First... let me take a breath."

"No problem, there is another one." Fernand said very gentlemanly, not minding her rest on the dance floor at all.

"If it's still tango, please let me go." After finally straightening her body from the unsightly bending over and panting, Sophie was about to cry. Although Fernand's dancing skills are great, she is a physically disabled person. Don't It's so difficult.

"You danced well;" he praised himself, which was hard to say with good intentions, at least it was a statement of fact.

The music started after a while, this time it was a slow song, you just need to hug each other and sway slowly.Thank goodness.

"Thank you..." He was still panting, "Because the teacher taught you well, over there." He raised his chin slightly, leaning in Roy's direction, swaying left and right, waiting for his heartbeat to slowly return to normal.

Seemingly looking in the direction of the bar at random, the wine glass in Roy's hand was full, and he was putting it down.The topic person obviously noticed their gaze, calmly distracted from the conversation of others, winked at them, and smiled elegantly.

She stared at Fernand, and his gaze remained on Roy.

"He's perfect like he has it all," she said, softly, like a sigh.

This is an adjective, no one really has it all.

From the perspective of social evaluation, Roy does have everything.Money, career, looks and education.It's just that it came from her mouth that made Fernand feel that this sentence was really ironic to Roy.Maybe there is nothing beneath the surface that has it all.

"That's the meaning of 10 minutes. May I ask, do you feel like you're being played by him?"

Only then did Fernand turn his attention back to his partner, "It's...okay. He should have an appointment with you, right?"

"Fart." Because she thinks she is gentle and elegant, she swears in Chinese, which makes Fernand unable to understand. "He's just playing with me."

The girl in his arms was smiling brightly one second before, and hey hey hey, smirking in the next second, and finally returned to a calm and faint smile. It was a wonderful three-stage face change, but Fernand didn't understand what she was referring to. .

He accepted the card, but did not call the number on it.There is no reason, inexplicably he just doesn't want to.

He was studying in the library all afternoon, and the dining place was left to others. He didn't know what conversation Sophie and Roy had... If she wanted to talk, he would be very interested.

Sophie found it troublesome to explain for a few seconds.The head of a person in love is so mysterious and mysterious, especially Roy, it is not his personality to be straightforward, and the argument that "he will come by himself when he wants to see" cannot be applied to his thinking logic at all.It's enough to know what it's like for Roy to be uninterested, and he will lazily put out an extremely polite tone, in a casual tone, instead of laughing and promising to make up for her tonight when she receives a complaining call mental loss.

As for the others, anyway, Roy is a person who will stay away if he doesn't want to, and will never take the initiative. Knowing this is enough. "Hmph, please call me Cupid tonight."

Fernand's cooperation was very high at this time, and he still didn't understand what Sophie was trying to express. "...Who did the golden arrow shoot?"

"Of course, the one who wants to see you."

"He wants to see me?" He was skeptical.It wasn't because he couldn't find any clues to make him angry today, and there was a faint feeling of choking in his chest, but... maybe suspicion would be the reason for his displeasure.

"Otherwise, why would he come here after the meeting? Just to chat with me? Please, this place is more than half an hour away from his house. Unless I commit suicide by jumping off a building, otherwise this busy man and boss will directly tell me to wait for him to go home. Turn on the computer and go online."

"Really?" He raised his eyebrows, unbelievable.

"Really, I promise; he'd go straight home and sleep without you here."

"You didn't come to speak for him, did you?"

This man is very suspicious.The small theater in Sophie's mind was telling that I love the matchmaker, and the matchmaker loves me, building a bridge of friendship for you~ Shen Chunhua's entire face was distorted. "You can think so if you want, the point is, he cares about you."

"Really..." She didn't look like an idiot who was talking nonsense, so he was dubious and felt a little relieved.

Now that it was done, Sophie thought, it would be easier to let Roy take care of everything himself.She was cannon fodder from beginning to end, a love angel who didn't want to do her duty and a real passerby.

"It seems that you get along well." I don't know when Roy finished his business and came over, put his hands on her shoulders, his smile was mixed with the calm and neat woody fragrance, and the white musk mixed with the green moss followed, which was fresh and elegant.aroma

It has always been a means of seduction, and Roy is a master of it.

"It's not bad." Fernand said, Sophie didn't comment on it, and it wasn't any better, so let's take it as not bad.

The slow dance steps stopped when Roy approached, but this scene... being led by Fernand, with Roy's hands on her shoulders, she was being surrounded by two men over one hundred and eight, and the two People's gazes crossed her and met in the air.

"So, how about tonight?" The head was talking, hobbits had no rights, she admitted.

"Normal." The living space is reduced by five centimeters, uh.

"Oh... I wish you would say that tonight was great because you saw me." Ting Ting Teng is already crowded, don't come close!

"It's only nine o'clock, you have a lot of time to recover the evaluation." Mom, I'm going to be squashed, my muscles are so hard, I'm going to die from lack of oxygen——

"Don't ignore me and let me out, I'm going home..." She struggled to get away, being surrounded by men was bliss in a way, but being beaten to death by flashbangs was hell.

The men finally noticed her presence and each took a step back.

"I'll see you off?" Roy asked, still in good conscience, as he motioned the other two to leave the dance floor and return to their original seats.

Panting vigorously to feel the beauty of the free air, Sophie had no time to pay attention to the ambiguous eye contact of the two men above her head.Even if she noticed, she didn't want to be attacked by flashes, "Thank you, but I don't want to be embarrassed by the eyes of you stripping each other in the car, I can go back by myself."

Roy frowned, "A lady shouldn't say such vulgar words."

Oh, usually she was very interested, but now Sophie didn't want to have an American intellectual social etiquette.Turning her head and slandering for a while, Sophie turned back and threw down a string of very dignified and polite Chinese with a guaranteed standard: "'I don't want to prevent you from spending the past and the moon in the shade of willows and flowers, so as to avoid others' prying eyes, although it is upright, please. 』」

She ran away immediately after she finished speaking, and before she ran away, she took five cakes home to comfort her fragile heart attacked by the flash. Of course, Roy paid the bill.

Fernand wasn't interested in what the girl left behind before she left, although after spending an hour with him, he thought the girl was quite interesting.

He asked Roy, who was sitting across from him, "To collect the bet?"

"No." Roy asked the waiter to bring a cup of hot black tea, and said softly. "A powerful bargaining chip must be saved for last."

"Is that because you miss me?" He wanted to confirm what the girl said just now, that's all.

"Yes."

"Let me trust you." Fernand said lightly, staring at Roy's expression.

Roy raised his eyes and looked directly at him, without any doubts or at a loss, he was still calm, his smile was slower, but more indifferent than usual.Picking up the black tea that was served, the waiter acted quickly and did not dare to neglect.Of course, normal people don't like to offend their employers.

"I want to see you." He said, word by word, pronunciation standard, syllables without any ambiguity, "Today I spend too much time checking whether there are any missed calls or text messages, instead of continuing to waste time, it is better to act "If possible, Roy would have liked to wait a little longer, waiting would make the game more interesting.It's a pity that when he found himself paying attention to whether there was a message notification on his phone for the umpteenth time, the game had completely changed.

Sophie's request was just an excuse for Roy to convince himself that he had to come. He knew that he still wanted to struggle, but there were many things he could no longer grasp.

Fernand didn't speak.Roy's simple statement has no emotion. He didn't know when he discovered Roy's abhorrent little habit of indifference; so he knew it was the truth.

Roy wants to see him.

Roy has been waiting for his call all day today.

Inexplicably, Fernand felt... very happy because of this.He smiled like he ate candy, "You know I'm greedy, what else?"

"Mephisto, you just don't want to let me go, right?" Putting down the hot black tea that he had only taken a sip of, Roy glared at him lightly, mixed with embarrassment, discomfort, and a little embarrassment.

Although he was still damnably dodging his questions, Roy, who was sophisticated, used to games, used to one-night stands, and was still an arrogant bastard, showed such an expression, it was a heavy blow to Fernand's heart.

His blue eyes flickered, and Roy's unexpected killer slammed him, and his indescribable depression from this morning was eliminated in one fell swoop.

Cupid, who left early, must have shot more than one person with the golden arrow.

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"Okay, teaching assistant." Fernand frowned while holding the report sent out last time, B+, a grade that can be read but not satisfactory.Next week will be the last week of the semester, and he hasn't gotten a higher score so far.The grading standards for teaching assistants will not be looser but stricter for acquaintances, which is a bit annoying. "What kind of report meets your academic standards?"

Roy's home has more room for the activities of two big men, in every way.The place they use the most outside the bedroom is the study room, where two people usually hold a book at one end to read, which consumes most of their time together.

Occasionally, there will be such a situation. Roy is sitting on the side of the T-shaped desk and workbench that occupies the entire window wall, with a computer on his right hand, and in front of him are student reports that he thinks should be thrown into the incinerator. On the left hand side was the company financial statement he had just read; Fernand sat on the other side of the desk studying what had gone wrong with his open course report.

Roy took Fernand's report and flipped through it, "Excessive quotations and insufficient opinions. This is an experience report rather than a book review, and there is no need for more than half a page of book content summaries. You can also ask questions, and try to Explain, show me "your own" thoughts."

He took the report from Roy, "Is this the scoring standard?"

"Correct answer." He picked up a copy of the student report he was reading just now and turned it over, corrected the spelling mistakes, and marked off the score impatiently.

Fernand had seen this expression two or three times, and it appeared every time when Roy changed his student report.For the teaching assistant who said "I'm going to take a shotgun and blow the heads of these students out!" when correcting the report, a little impatience can be resolved by taking a few deep breaths.

It will return to normal when the revision is completed. Fernand looked down at the report requirements recorded in his notebook this week: looking for mistakes and viewing experience from historical film and television works, and discussing how history can be combined with business. "How about renting a movie tonight and watching it?"

The sunny afternoon made the stack of reports in hand look even more damned, "Yeah."

After getting the promise, Fernand immersed himself in his audit until Roy let out a long breath, as if the mental torture was over.

"Tea?"

"Okay, please." Leaving the seat and stretching, Roy habitually lingered on the bookshelf without thinking about anything.He took the black tea from Fernand in an elegant porcelain cup with a gold rim.Fernand seems to have a lot of opinions on his use of cups, although he doesn't quite understand what to make a fuss about drinking black tea in a mug. Spoons are too much trouble.

Fernand stood behind Roy, his fingertips lightly brushed the hollow of his waist, and went up his back.Putting the palms against the shoulder blades, feeling the body temperature radiating from under the clothes.The fragrance of tea neutralized the orange blossom on Roy's body, ethereal and gentle.

The daylight reflected a golden wheel around the edge of the tea, and Roy, who was sipping his tea, looked elegant and educated... that was the result of his family education, which allowed him to hold a mug and the drinks in it ranged from water to coffee The black tea, cola and yogurt have been completely changed, and they are still so well-bred.

There is nothing wrong with this approach, and Fernand knows that many of his American friends do it because it is convenient.But this kind of behavior seems very wrong to Roy, and Fernand doesn't know how to explain it. In short, he just thinks that the details of Roy's private life should be more beautiful, not like the image of the United States to the world. vulgar.

So Fernand took over the job of making tea and matching tea sets. As long as Roy is someone who does it, he doesn't care what kind of cups and tableware are used, and he accepts the service as a matter of course. To put it bluntly, he is lazy.

"Wait, do you have any reservations? Before dinner."

Roy's back was pressed against a large, warm object, and Fernand wrapped his hands around his waist and whispered in his ear.

"There is nothing that must be done. There is a good suggestion... Oh," there was a light knock between the porcelain cup and the tea tray, and Roy hurriedly put aside all the debris on his trousers before the zipper was unzipped, and caught the Restless hands, "Bad boy, have you finished your book?"

"I'm studying every day, and at night I still have time to write a film report..." I lowered my head to lick and kiss the soft earlobe, and secretly took a bite on it.

Roy trembled, and turned to stare at him, annoyed and ambiguous. Fernand thought that look was extremely cute, far more moving than the usual haughty expression.

"Are the teaching assistants satisfied with the time arrangement?" Fernand slipped his hands into Roy's clothes and touched the smooth skin on the firm muscles, which is the best target for sexual harassment.Working from the belly up, rub against the small light-colored nipples on the chest, using very light circular motions until they are hard.

"Don't ask me." Knocking the man away with his elbow, Roy turned around maliciously, covering the man's most vulnerable place and rubbing.

Fernand took a breath almost imperceptibly, almost.

"Oh, you like this." Roy snorted, unzipped his trousers and slipped in, responding to the sexual harassment just now.

The heat from the fingertips was transmitted through the clothes, Fernand gritted his teeth and whispered, grabbing his hips and pressing down on his lower body unceremoniously. "You bastard, a little more."

The body is form-fitting, allowing only gaps.Roy slowly rubbed the swollen part, and what the back of his hand touched was his crotch.Roy didn't know whether he was caressing the other party or himself, maybe it was both, he just wanted to stimulate the other party more.

Lust is aroused hastily.

Fernand pressed the man against the bookcase and kissed him vigorously, pulling off the clothes neatly and thirstily.

The skin is close, he bites Roy's exposed neck and shoulders, caresses the upright buttocks with one hand, squeezes his fingertips into the soft creases between the buttocks, and expands in and out as if coaxing, the genitals are in Roy's hands. The hands rose sharply.

They entwine each other tightly, trying to get closer in love and entertainment, trying to get closer to each other.

Fernand grabbed Roy's waist and turned him around, letting him hold the bookcase.Separated those long legs, rubbed the gap between the buttocks back and forth with the penis, tried several times to get the lubrication on the cover, squeezed the front end into the beautiful back hole, and stabbed lightly.

Roy made a thin nasal sound like a kitten, panting indistinctly with pleasure.The rhythm of the advance was slow and gentle, the tingling pleasure spread from the violated place to the whole body, and there was no more desire to push his body to respond and ask for more.

"hurry up……"

From the unsuspecting nape of the neck and shoulder blades, the sweaty back, to the smooth back of the waist, light or heavy.Fernand heard Roy's sigh-like urging, and his feeble and lewd moans were the best encouragement.Parting the pale buttocks, changing the slow pace, pushing to the bottom mercilessly, hitting hard again and again.

The hard, hot thing kept moving slightly away and coming in aggressively, the man's cock in and out of the body, the bowels being grinded.Roy groaned uncomfortably, panting with his head raised.He twisted his body, and the stretched and filled back hole was sore and itchy.

Fernand stretched out his hands to rub the soft scrotum, and rubbed the other party's tall erect penis with transparent body fluid from the front, and the slightly reddish hole every time he was pulled and inserted, the greasy liquid would be brought out and flowed down.

"Hmm..., aren't you so happy? You're dripping wet..." He clasped Roy's waist with one hand, and deliberately opened his mouth when Roy shouted.Saying this in other situations, Roy might step on his chest in the next second.But now...

"Shut... mouth." Roy squeezed out a few words from the gap of panting, commanding sentences. "Don't try to talk."

"Understood." Fernand snorted a few times and pushed hard. "You tyrant, it looks like I'd better fuck you to the bum."

Too much intense pleasure from overwhelming brutality.There can be no more, Roy wants to escape, he feels that he will pass out from too much pleasure, but his back hole is not under the control of reason, he clenched tightly, wriggling with hunger and thirst, trying to swallow the thick stem, his hands clinging tightly On the bookshelf, trying not to let my weak body slide down.

Fernand swept away the clutter on the desk, pulling it one by one, letting Roy lie on his back on the desk, his swollen desire pushed forward again.

He narrowed his eyes, watching the handsome man under him bewilderedly and submissively at his mercy, his pale skin had already been dyed with the color of lust all over his body, coquettish and frantic.

Something hot and heavy wrapped around Fernand's chest, and he pushed Roy's leg up and began to thrust in, Fernand moaned at the tightening of his cock, it felt so good, so strong.

Roy arched his body and grabbed his back, shaking uncontrollably.The wet and moist pussy sucked him, and the orgasm surged hard, falling into irresistible pleasure, wishing to drown in his lover's warm and wet body.