Chapter 54 Buffer Time
Chapter 54
The man had a light mint scent from the hotel shower gel and a light woody scent. The two scents mixed together felt wonderful. Wen Xi couldn't help but take a breath in the crook of Yan Jue's neck, raised her head slowly, and said, "Yan Jue."
Crying in front of your wife is embarrassing if you tell others about it.
At this moment, Yan Jue regained his mature and rational cool look. He hooked his arm around Wen Xi's waist and looked up at him, "Hmm?"
Wen Xi put her hands on his shoulders, her soft black hair covering her eyebrows, her fox eyes narrowed slightly, and her expression was a little serious: "We can't hug anymore, otherwise something big will happen."
Yan Jue subconsciously tightened his arms and asked, "What's the big deal?"
Wen Xi raised her hand and sniffed her arm, her face wrinkled: "You took a bath, it smells good, but I didn't."
Wen Xi said as she pressed her palm against his shoulder. After a slight struggle, she escaped from Yan Jue's embrace. The young man pinched the corner of his clothes with his knuckles and said in an overly serious tone, "I haven't showered yet. If I hold you for too long, I'll make you dirty."
The room was dim, with only the faint white light from the computer screen illuminating the view.
Although Wen Xi had managed to hold back her tears, her eyes couldn't help but turn red. When she spoke with her head down, the corners of her narrow, long eyes were raised because of the lowered head posture.
With an unbearable look on his face, he spoke in a serious tone but said things that didn't sound serious.
Her eyes are as pure as the innocent, naive, pretty little elf described in books.
"So you want to take a shower now?"
Wen Xi nodded: "Well, I touched something dirty today, and I feel better after washing it."
Yan Jue looked at him for a while before saying, "Can you be alone?"
"OK."
Wen Xi turned around and stood steadily in front of Yan Jue, with an inexplicably proud tone, "Now I am a very sober and good person. Don't worry about me falling in the bathroom."
Yan Jue was silent for a few seconds, then patted Wen Xi's shoulder like a secret agent making a contact, and spoke in a low voice, as if he was inspired by Wen Xi.
"Wenxi, a good man with a clear mind," Yan Jue paused, "but the fragrant pig bathing version."
The tone was very serious, but the content of what he said was so childish, as if he was coaxing a three-year-old child.
Is this considered coaxing or blatant ridicule?
Wen Xi had a serious face, scratched his sleeves, glared hoarsely at Yan Jue who was teasing the good guy, then turned around and ran away holding the clothes.
Perhaps Yan Jue's description was too apt. When Wen Xi applied the mint-flavored shower gel to himself, he looked at the white bubbles all over his body and inexplicably thought of the scene of cooking and marinating meat. The chef would apply spices to the meat to enhance the taste, and after taking a shower, he was probably also marinated by the hotel's mint-flavored shower gel.
Wen Xi's skin turned red from the hot steam. He stared at his body, remained silent for a moment, then closed his eyes heavily and rinsed off.
This is really like a "fragrant pig" taking a bath.
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When taking a bath, Xiaohua has to be washed. Wenxi is not ashamed of her different body, but she has not figured out how to tell Yanjue about this.
After changing into clean pajamas and opening the bathroom door, there was no sign of Yanjue in the room and the balcony curtains were half drawn. Wenxi walked forward a few steps and saw the computer screen which was still bright.
Wen Xi has good eyesight, so he can easily see that what is displayed on the screen is the chat history between Yan Jue and Chi Yunfan.
While he was taking a shower, Yan Jue went through the documents he took out one by one, sorted them out, and sent them to his lawyer.
Wen Xi clenched his fists and turned his head to look at the half-open curtains and the night view of City X behind the half-open glass door.
The early morning in the world's economic metropolis is not pitch black. Similar to City A in China, the sky is charmingly glowing with gorgeous red and purple light. The towering buildings are flashing neon lights that never sleep, sparkling and dazzling.
Wen Xi paused in his steps.
Yan Jue was leaning against the guardrail expressionlessly, a lit cigarette loosely held between his slender, bony fingertips.
The wind blew at night, and the smoke exhaled was carried away by the evening breeze. Yan Jue lowered his head, and his thick hair covered his eyebrows. The night was dim and the man's appearance could not be seen clearly.
Only a glimmer of scarlet fire flickered along with the sucking of Yan Jue's lips.
Before this, Wenxi had never seen or heard of Yanjue smoking.
The puzzle that had been lingering for a long time finally found its answer at this moment.
Be honest in love, but not now.
Wenxi decided to tell Yanjue her little secret after returning home. Now was not the best time to tell him. Although the two pretended to be calm on the surface, there was no doubt that they were both confused.
The pain came too suddenly. Wen Xi was sure that both he and Yan Jue needed some buffer time, which didn't need to be too long, nor too short. The best time would be after returning home, in a safe and relaxing environment, when both of them were calm and sober, and they could be honest with each other.
Wen Xi quietly watched Yan Jue through a closed glass door.
Perhaps his gaze was too intense, Yan Jue seemed to sense something and raised his eyes.
Their eyes met, staring at each other calmly through the transparent glass.
Wenxi felt an indescribable swelling feeling in his heart. Driven by his heart, he pushed open the glass door and stepped onto the open balcony.
What you smell when you inhale it is not a pungent, spicy smell, but an unexpectedly rich and sweet orange scent.
Yan Jue leaned against the guardrail, letting the cigarette at his fingertips burn slowly, with a trail of smoke that no one cared about.
"I'm done with my shower."
Wen Xi looked at Yan Jue and pursed her lips, raised her hand, moved it closer to him, and said, "Do you want to smell it and see if it smells good?"
Their eyes met. Yan Jue leaned over and sniffed Wen Xi's neck. He raised his head, looked at him and said, "It tastes like mint."
Wen Xi moved forward, and their bodies were almost touching. Wen Xi blocked Yan Jue at the corner of the guardrail in a very domineering posture.
The height difference of more than ten centimeters allowed Wenxi's little head to rest on Yanjue's neck. He tilted his head to look at Yanjue, and similarly, Yanjue also looked at Wenxi with his eyelids drooped.
The boy was wearing emerald green pajamas, with water dripping from the ends of his semi-long hair, wetting his shoulders. The thin fabric was soaked and stuck tightly to his thin shoulders.
The night wind blew the corners of his clothes, but Wenxi stood upright, like a green bamboo that could not be bent by pressure. He raised his head and stared at him. His dark brown eyes, which were filled with mist, flashed an unexpected light. The small mole on the tip of his nose moved with his sniffing, making him look well-behaved and soft.
“It’s not quite accurate to say it tastes like mint.”
Wenxi's body was steaming warm after taking a hot bath, and her lips had regained their former plumpness and rosy appearance, with her lips pouting seductively, making them very suitable for kissing.
"It should be said that Wenxi is now of the same flavor as you."
Yan Jue's throat rolled over and he put out the cigarette with his backhand.
Wen Xi glanced at Yan Jue's movements, narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, and childishly raised her feet to bump her forehead against Yan Jue's. The hot air and minty aroma she exhaled hit Yan Jue's collarbone, "Smoking is harmful to your health."
Yan Jue twisted his fingers and said, "I smoke occasionally, but I'm going to quit today."
“Is this true or false?”
"Really, I won't lie to you, little pig."
Wen Xi looked at him, confirmed that Yan Jue was telling the truth, blinked, and asked curiously, "What does it feel like to smoke orange-flavored cigarettes?"
Yan Jue lowered his eyelids and looked at Wen Xi, who was full of curiosity. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Want to try it?"
Wen Xi frowned and thought for half a second, then nodded: "A little bit."
"No, smoking is harmful to your health." Yan Jue said casually.
Being hurt by the boomerang again, Wen Xi snorted unconvinced but had to, "Well, I won't try it secretly. But to satisfy my curiosity, please describe it in words."
"I can't describe it. But you can try."
Wen Xi blinked in confusion, "Didn't you say I wouldn't give it to you—"
Yan Jue lowered his head and kissed him.
Wen Xi looked at the deep brows so close to her, and was stunned for a moment before she realized that the so-called try was to kiss her to taste it, but Yan Jue now just lowered his head and touched their lips together.
Wen Xi blinked, stretched out her tongue and curiously licked Yan Jue's thin lips.
I don't seem to feel anything, is it because the flavor is all in there?
Wen Xi had no idea what he looked like at the moment. He grabbed the hem of Yan Jue's pajamas with both hands, with his eyelids half closed. Through the thin eyelids, he could clearly see the movement of his eyes rolling out of curiosity.
His expression was very serious, as if he was doing scientific research. He licked Yanjue's lips with the soft and wet tip of his tongue and frowned in dissatisfaction. When Yanjue thought that this curious little pig was about to give up his bold behavior, he naturally pried open his lips and teeth with the tip of his tongue and licked them slowly, savoring the flavor.
It was pretty much the same as Wenxi had imagined, the orange-flavored cigarette had a slightly bitter taste, other than that it had a very industrial-style sweet orange flavor.
Wen Xi left with displeasure, tilted his head back and said to Yan Jue seriously, "The taste is terrible, it's too high-tech."
Yan Jue didn’t know what Wen Xi tasted like, but he felt that Wen Xi was extremely fragrant.
Wen Xi was ten years younger than him, and as she was about to turn thirty, Yan Jue once again deepened the importance of the concept of "maintaining a healthy body".
Yan Jue lowered his head and touched Wen Xi's forehead, whispering, "Got it, I won't smoke anymore."
"I will supervise you to quit smoking in the future." Wen Xi smacked his lips and said thoughtfully: "Yan Jue, I feel like I'm a bit of a jerk."
Yan Jue couldn't help but bent down and kissed him again, saying, "Now it's a mint orange flavored pig."
Wen Xi was silent for three seconds, and then her eyes sparkled as she announced, "Wow, then my mouth and body, from the inside out, taste the same as yours."
Banquet decision: "..."
Yan Jue stopped talking. Wen Xi felt puzzled. He blinked and explained seriously, "That's it. You don't know. When I take a shower, I feel like I'm the piece of meat being marinated. The shower gel is the fragrance. The mint flavor has penetrated deep into my skin. Now that we're kissing, my mouth also has the same orange flavor. It's so sweet."
Yan Jue looked at him for a few seconds, then leaned over and picked up Wen Xi by the waist with one hand.
This was too sudden. Wen Xi hugged Yan Jue's neck helplessly and walked two steps in his arms. He thought excitedly that it was a good thing that he didn't have acrophobia, otherwise he would have been scared to death by this sudden move.
When he was carried into the room and saw the whole picture of the room, Wen Xi sighed silently again. It turned out that this is what the world looks like in the eyes of a two-meter giant. It felt like his eyes had opened to a wide angle and his field of vision was much broader.
Yan Jue carried him to the bathroom. The room was still wet. The man pulled a bath towel and put it under Wen Xi's butt, then put him on the bathing table.
The slippers on Wenxi's feet fell to the ground appropriately, and her white feet automatically found a place and stepped naturally on Yanjue's knees.
There was a strong and warm thigh under his feet. Wen Xi was stunned by the fact that he was stepping on someone.
Facing the man's teasing look, Wen Xi raised her hand and tried to explain: "It was my own idea. I am a decent and good person."
Yan Jue snorted and laughed, holding up the cup for Wenxi to rinse his mouth, and squeezed some toothpaste into Wenxi's mouth. The two of them sat face to face, one sitting on the other's thigh, and the other playing with his feet, looking like he wanted to take another bite, while brushing his teeth quietly.
After brushing his teeth, Yan Jue took out the hair dryer to dry Wen Xi's hair.
During the whole process, Wenxi's feet were on Yanjue's thighs. She squinted her eyes occasionally, looking very comfortable being served, and she was shaking her feet unconsciously.
The hair dryer stopped, Wen Xi turned to look at the mirror, and found that Yan Jue had deliberately blown his hair into frizzy frizzes, like a mushroom head, which visually made it three or four centimeters taller.
Wen Xi's heart was so touched that it broke apart. She stepped on his thigh, then hugged Yan Jue's neck tightly and clung to Yan Jue's arms with her hands and feet. Then she rubbed against Yan Jue's neck like a calf and muttered, "You did it on purpose. Next time I will blow-dry your hair and make your hair into a hedgehog head."
Yan Jue leaned back a bit, but quickly adjusted himself. He held Wen Xi's ankle with one hand and pinched the back of his neck with the other, and said casually, "Then you have to create opportunities for revenge when you return to your country."
It was already four o'clock in the morning and Wen Xi had only slept for a few hours. Yan Jue put him on the bed and pulled the quilt over him.
Yan Jue straightened up, Wen Xi reached out and grabbed his wrist, revealing the boy's unconscious grievance in his words, "Aren't you going to sleep with me?"
Yan Jue looked down at him, leaned over and kissed Wen Xi on the forehead, and said, "I'll go turn off the computer."
"Oh." Wenxi loosened her fingers and rolled to the side of the bed, leaving the space Yanjue needed. She turned sideways, ready to hug Yanjue to sleep when he came back. Wenxi yawned and said with tears in her eyes, "Then hurry up, I fall asleep quickly."
Yan Jue said "hmm" and turned around to turn off the computer. When he came back, he could see through the night light coming in from the balcony that Wen Xi had already sunk into the soft quilt with his eyes closed. The beds abroad were so soft that Wen Xi, with his small frame, felt like he was sinking into a ball of marshmallow.
Yan Jue climbed onto the bed quietly. As soon as he lay down, Wen Xi's soft body lay in his arms. He could tell from his breathing that he was not asleep.
Wen Xi said in a somewhat conceited voice: "Huh, did I trick you? Actually, I haven't fallen asleep yet."
Yan Jue put his arm around the man's waist and held Wen Xi in his arms. The boy rested his chin on his chest. He was soft and had a kind of proud aura like a pearl. His whole body was like a pool of soft spring water, melting in his arms.
"Do you have any plans during the day?"
"I have no plans. I need to return home as soon as possible. I will feel relieved only when I see Ranran."
"good."
Wen Xi lay in Yan Jue's arms and said, "Teacher Li, who led the team, is the captain's mentor. He thinks highly of Brother Zhou. Everyone has learned something different, so they are going to exchange their expertise. Sister Wen Jing and her girlfriend are going on a trip around M. I bought a ticket with Yan and Su to return home tomorrow... oh no, this afternoon. If we go back together, we will run into him."
Wen Xi was a little distressed: "I originally thought that I would introduce you to him after some time, when we have a mutual understanding. But now we have decided to have a serious relationship, so we should do this thing earlier."
"But I haven't figured out how to confess our relationship to him during the day. It's too shocking if my roommate, who I've always treated as a younger brother, suddenly tells me that I'm in love with his uncle. What should I do if he gets scared?"
Yan Jue hugged him, was silent for a moment and said, "Don't be too nervous, we can just meet normally during lunch."
Wen Xi was unsure: "Is it that simple?"
"Well, it's that simple. It's not a relationship that can't be seen in public. It's our job to introduce him properly. It's up to him to adjust to what level he can accept."
"That doesn't sound very responsible."
"There are a lot of homosexuals around him. His fourth uncle and adopted son are both married, and the adopted son is his high school classmate. Yan and Su couldn't stand it for a while, but now they are familiar with calling each other aunt."
Wenxi was shocked: "Wow, it seems that we are just dwarfed by the giants."
Yan Jue pinched Wen Xi's waist and said, "Yan Hesu is quite open-minded. He is already 22 years old, a mature adult, and he needs to learn to accept reality on his own."
Since there is a precedent, Wen Xi is no longer too worried. After all, it is not surprising that a high school classmate turned from a younger brother to an aunt and a college classmate turned from a roommate to a young aunt.
"Then let's explain it to him seriously during lunch."
"Well, I'll arrange the restaurant."
In order to meet Yan Hesu, Wen Xi took out his phone and sent him an invitation to have dinner together. At four in the morning, Yan Hesu did not reply. He did not know where Yan Hesu would sleep tonight, but Master Yan was not short of money, so he did not need to worry too much.
When Wenxi was completely relieved, Yanjue took his phone, hugged Wenxi, who was nodding his sleepy head, and went to sleep together.
About ten minutes later, Yan Jue was half asleep and half awake, when he suddenly felt Wen Xi nudging his body in his arms. It was as if he had some urgent matter to resolve but was too sleepy to wake up, so he was anxious in his dream.
The rapid and warm breath fell on Yan Jue's naked chest from time to time, making him feel itchy.
"What's wrong, Wenwen?" Wenxi murmured something. Yanjue was also sleepy and his mind was not very clear. After listening for a while, he finally heard Wenxi saying, "But you haven't bought the plane ticket yet. If you don't have the ticket, we can't go back together."
"I don't want to be separated from you. I want to go home with you."
Her tone was sleepy and a little tearful, and I wonder how much injustice Meng had suffered.
Yan Jue took a deep breath, pinched Wen Xi's waist and lifted the boy who had slipped under the quilt out, exposing his face so that he could breathe smoothly. Wen Xi couldn't even open his eyelids, and while he was sleeping, he looked for Yan Jue's neck and put his head there.
Yan Jue instinctively patted Wen Xi on the back and said, "You can go back. There is a plane at home."
I don’t know if this sentence reached Wenxi’s dream. Anyway, Wenxi hummed a few times, and they both fell into a deep sleep.
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