sinovels Chapter 34
Chapter 34
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This move of the other party surprised Zhaoyan.
Different from Xiao Su's tense but electrified feeling when he got closer to sniff him, Zhao Yan's attention was completely on the handkerchief he handed to Zhe Mo at this moment, his chest was beating like a drum, and he was embarrassed.
"Is there... a strange smell?" Zhao Yan clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves, his eyelashes trembling uncomfortably, like butterfly feathers falling from the sky.
Zhemo raised his eyes: "Peach."
"Ah?" Zhaoyan froze in place after realizing it, his face flushed instantly.
He stretched out his hand to Zhemo in embarrassment: "I'm sorry... I'll take the handkerchief back and wash it for you..."
Zhemo didn't respond, but grabbed the handkerchief and stood up with one hand on the armrest of the recliner.Xu Shi had discomfort in his legs and injuries on his body, so he slowed down for a long time before stabilizing his body.
Zhaoyan curled up his fingers slightly, because the other party ignored him for a long time, so he retracted the hand that was stuck in the air in embarrassment.
A few seconds later, Zhemo moved towards Zhaoyan's direction.
He stood in front of Zhaoyan, the shadow overturned, Zhaoyan took a step back reflexively.
Zhe Mo didn't follow up, and because of the distance between the two of them, he slightly bent down and sniffed at the other party's body.
Such a short distance, so close that Zhaoyan could clearly see his drooping eyes, his slender eyelashes seemed to be shedding layers of frost, extremely cold and quiet.
Zhaoyan held his breath vigilantly, until Zhemo took the initiative to open the distance between the two of them, and he breathed a sigh of relief as if rescued.
"It turned out to be Ding Xiang." Zhe Mo opened his mouth after identifying it.
Zhaoyan froze in place.
Obviously he didn't release pheromone at this moment.
But just as Xiao Su could smell peaches every time he got close to him, these people's sense of smell is much more sensitive than the alphas in the real world, and they can accurately detect the source of the smell through a layer of snow-white skin on the glands.
"Didn't your lord teach you to control this smell when you're outside?" Zhe Mo said lightly.
He returned the handkerchief to Zhaoyan, and reminded him aloud: "You should understand that all the disciples of Hanshan who are in the desire stage have uncontrollable throbbing in their hearts, their hearts have been reshaped, their wills are unstable, and temptation will appear in their eyes. is magnified countless times.
At this time, a cauldron that exudes the fragrance of a tripod appears in front of them at any time. You really can't guess what the consequences will be? "
Zhaoyan turned his head in embarrassment, and the other party seemed to accuse him of being too reckless, so he couldn't look directly into Zhemo's indifferent eyes: "...I'm sorry, I will pay attention to it in the future..."
"You don't need to apologize to me." Zhe Mo walked back to his seat slowly, with a calm face, as if he didn't care, and seemed to have seen through all Zhaoyan's tricks, keeping his secrets secret.
He asked, "What is the purpose of your coming here?"
"Your leg, because my old injury has recurred, so I came to see you..." Zhao Yan lowered his head, and the tips of his ears were burning hot.
He was really afraid that Zhe Mo would think that he was wearing a scent of pottery on purpose to lure the other party. There was smell on the handkerchief and on his skin, as if he was a dissolute nature by nature, wanting every man to get close to him.
"No problem." Zhemo listened to his words, "It will recover in a few days."
"I'm sorry." Zhaoyan gripped the handkerchief that was folded between his five fingers and returned it. He used a lot of force, so his fingertips turned white and his wrist trembled. "I've caused you trouble."
After saying this, he took a few steps back as if fleeing, and turned to leave.
It may be that I am too sensitive, so I feel so sad.
After all, Zhemo didn't say anything excessive.
Zhao Yan's eyes turned red involuntarily, he raised his sleeve and smelled it, then reached out and rubbed his glands heavily, and brought the hand that had wiped the glands under the tip of his nose again.
He can't smell anything...
After returning to the bedroom, Zhaoyan never stepped out of this place again.
He obediently helped Xiao Su clean the house, then took a shower and went to bed, motionless like a dead fish.A pair of beautiful big eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, with a dull expression, and he didn't know that there was a sound of opening the door.
"Not holding the lamp?" Xiao Su glanced at the dark room, raised his hand, and the surrounding candles lit up one after another, illuminating the room brightly.
Only then did Zhaoyan get up from the bed, sat where he was and watched Xiao Su approach step by step.
Xiao Su stared at his well-behaved face, with a smile on the corner of his lips: "What kind of eyes are you?"
He sat beside Zhaoyan, raised his hand and rubbed the short hair that was not completely dry: "Just finished taking a shower?"
"En." Zhao Yan nodded, and lowered his eyes in Xiao Su's wide palm.
Zhao Yan's gaze fell on Xiao Su's black robe with intricate patterns, the mountains and rivers outlined by the gold thread and silver border were vast, and he had the aura to swallow hundreds of rivers.
However, he was so petty that he couldn't even tolerate a kind reminder.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yan rested his head on Xiao Su's broad and strong shoulders uncomfortably.
The smile in Xiao Su's eyes became more and more obvious, he wrapped Zhaoyan's waist with one hand, and gently stroked the back of his head with the other hand as if to comfort him: "It's really rare to take the initiative to get close to this deity."
"I want to ask you a question..." Zhao Yan's voice was muffled.
"ask."
"You have been," Zhaoyan pulled Xiao Su's sleeve, and his rapid breathing gradually became steady under the scorching body temperature of the other party, "you have been able to smell my body? Can other people smell it too..."
The corners of Zhaoyan's eyes became more and more red, and he affirmed: "Everyone can smell it...they all know that I am a furnace..."
"The smell is light." Xiao Su wrapped his hands around his not-so-soft shoulders, trying to pull Zhao Yan out of his arms, "The higher the cultivation level, the more sensitive the sense of smell."
Zhaoyan intentionally hides his embarrassment, the more Xiao Su pushes him, the more he gets into the opponent's arms, trying to use the opponent's body to hide his red eyes.
Xiao Su sneered, looked down at the little thing that was almost stuck to his body in his arms, and finally stopped refusing: "Are you in a hurry to pick it up?"
"No..." Zhaoyan shook his head, sniffed, "What about Fengyue, can she smell it?"
"In the non-picking period, demon cultivators whose cultivation base is above the out of body can accurately distinguish the body of the incense and the body of the furnace." When Xiao Su was speaking, he lowered his head and savored the good smell on the back of Zhaoyan's neck, "Fengyue has cultivated so far. In order to stay in the magic baby, she can't smell it."
Zhaoyan breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's different when you pick it." Xiao Su patted his butt hard, with obvious teasing meaning, "When you sleep under the body of the deity, your smell is very offensive."
Zhaoyan was taken aback by the other party's sarcastic and insulting words.
"How could you say that..." Zhao Yan felt that his nerves that had been battered in the past few days were provoked again, and he couldn't bear it anymore, tears quickly filled his eyes and dripped on Xiao Su's clothes.
The thin shoulders were trembling desperately, trying to hold back the tears, but they couldn't hold back.
The sniffling sound was intermittent and fragmented.
Zhao Yan originally thought that he had already gotten used to Xiao Su's way of speaking, but he didn't expect that he didn't at all. He felt wronged and complained, "Why did you scold me..."
Xiao Su easily pulled out the furnace cauldron that no longer wanted to rely on his chest this time.
He stretched out his hand to wipe away the fragile and transparent teardrops on the other person's face, staring at Zhaoyan's amber-like clean eyes, as if he had seen through all Zhaoyan's thoughts through these eyes.
Flames flickered between his brows, and he ordered in a deep voice, "Don't run around if you have nothing to do in the future."
He didn't know what hit Zhaoyan with these words, he was stunned for a while, and then burst into tears.
Emotionally broken.
Zhao Yan didn't seem to realize what he was doing, he wrapped his arms tightly around Xiao Su's body, his soft abdomen pressed against Xiao Su's firm abdominal muscles, exchanging warmth between his limbs - he was asking for comfort.
But cruelly, Xiao Su didn't raise his hand to hug him this time.
The expectation was not satisfied, and within a short time, Zhaoyan's thoughts could not help drifting to Zhemo's words this afternoon.
If Xiao Su doesn't hug him, he is more like a furnace that only throws himself into his arms and uses the incense to confuse people's consciousness.
Zhao Yan forgot to cry for a moment, raised his head in confusion, looked at Xiao Su's unusually handsome face, his lips trembled with grievance.
Xiao Su's eyes darkened.
He pressed Zhaoyan into his arms forcefully, and cursed: "I really hate your unbelievable appearance."
"I don't want to be hated by you..." Zhao Yan opened his lips that were red from crying, and his voice was hoarse.The scorching breath scattered on Xiao Su's neck was revealed one by one following the rhythm of the breath, "Don't look down on me like them, please..."
Xiao Su finally leaned down and kissed him.
Zhaoyan shrinks back timidly, but neither responds nor dodges.
Tears stained his lips, salty.
is bitter.
Zhaoyan was awakened by Xiao Su.
He blinked his sleepy eyes, stared blankly at Xiao Su and said nothing.
Xiao Su was in good spirits, he lifted Zhao Yan from his arms, raised his hand to caress his neck: "How is it?"
Zhaoyan felt the restraint of something like a cloth belt around his neck, and touched it.
Immediately, he opened his eyes wide in surprise: "What is this?"
Xiao Su raised his lips: "The mirror is in front, get out of bed and look."
Zhaoyan lifted the quilt and stumbled towards the vanity mirror.
His snow-white face was reflected in the unclear bronze mirror, and further down was his slender neck.There is a circle of black cloth wrapped around it, with golden stripes on the cloth. When you reach out and touch it, there is a burst of flames, but it is not hot.
"The source of the fragrance of the tripod is in the neck." Xiao Su did not know when he walked behind Zhaoyan, he wrapped his arms around Zhaoyan's slender waist, and embraced Zhaoyan in his arms, "Since you don't want others to find out, I will use my spiritual power Lock your scent."
Zhaoyan wakes up from the daze in an instant.
He tilted his head and raised his chin, facing Xiao Su's condescending gaze: "Like, like the circle of suppression?"
Xiao Su: "What is the circle of suppression?"
"It can protect my neck." Zhao Yan explained, a little excited, he touched the thing between his neck again, "Can this one work too?"
"Even during the harvesting period, if you don't take it off, no one will be able to smell your scent." Xiao Su rarely saw Zhaoyan speak so neatly, with a smile on his lips, "It took decades of spiritual power for me , It took more than a dozen scraps to get this finished product. Lu Ding, you must repay me."
Zhaoyan's eyes were reddened immediately, but his eyes were crooked with a smile, like pure crescent moons.
He whispered: "Thank you, thank you."
"Speak up, I didn't hear you." Xiao Su's eyes were focused on Zhao Yan's beautiful smile, his arms involuntarily tightened slightly, and he clasped Zhao Yan's waist in his arms.