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Chapter 129 Smells good, I like it very much

In the evening, Yinzhen returned to Hanhui Tower and went straight to the bathroom.

When I opened the bathroom door, a warm and moist vapor hit me in the face, and the whole room was filled with a misty air.

Perhaps because he had been stuck in the room for too long, the scent of Sophora flavescens in the room was a bit strong, and a bit pungent to him.

Yinzhen quickly took off all his clothes and soaked his whole body in the bathtub, covering his head.

His body was wrapped in hot water, and the smell of Sophora flavescens instantly enveloped him.

He lowered his head to look at the water, sighed softly, and thought to himself: Is the smell too strong? Will it suffocate Xiaofujin later?

After soaking for a while, he stepped out of the water, dried his body, put on his pajamas, and went straight back to the bedroom.

Xiyu was lying on the bed reading a storybook when the light in front of her suddenly dimmed. She looked up and saw Yinzhen standing in front of her with slightly wet hair.

"Why did you take a bath so early today?"

"The weather is too hot. I'm sweating." Yinzhen's face was calm, and he sat at the end of the bed with a book in his hand.

Not more, not less, just less than one meter away from the young lady.

He glanced at Xiyu from time to time, and seeing that she had not noticed the smell on him, he could not help but retract his gaze and move his body towards the head of the bed.

Seeing that the other party didn't react, he moved a few more inches.

Move a few more points.

The smell of Sophora flavescens in her nostrils became much stronger. Xiyu subconsciously looked up at the mosquito repellent incense bag hanging at the head of the bed. It seemed that the smell was not coming from there.

Suddenly there was a source of heat beside her, and she realized that Yinzhen had moved to her side.

Thinking of the smell of cold pine that he smelled last night, Xiyu almost wanted to retch reflexively, but the smell that filled his nostrils was not the smell of cold pine, but the smell of Sophora flavescens.

It tastes bitter, mixed with the aroma of medicine, and it smells really good.

The urge to retch suddenly disappeared.

Huh?

Xiyu couldn't help but move closer to him. She grabbed his clothes with her small hands and sniffed back and forth, occasionally gently lowering her nose to inhale more of the bitter taste.

But after pulling up her clothes, she felt that the smell was much lighter. She moved her head upwards a little, put it on Yinzhen's neck, and sniffed back and forth, like a puppy looking for its mother.

Yinzhen raised his eyebrows, and he understood the extent to which Gao Wuyong meant by "not being able to let go".

Suppressing the pride in his heart, he kept his eyes on the book in his hands, but did not turn a page for a long time.

"What's the matter? Madam, do you think that the smell of my body is unpleasant again?" The originally clear voice became a little hoarse.

"My smell has changed today. It smells really good. I like it very much."

Xiyu made no effort to hide her love for the smell. She naturally threw the notebook in her hand aside and buried her head in his neck, sniffing.

She pressed Yinzhen under her body, hooked her hands around Yinzhen's neck, and sniffed him obsessively.

After smelling enough of the neck, she moved her face down an inch into the other person's clothes and squeezed her nose hard, as if she wanted to inhale all the smell into her nasal cavity.

The tip of his nose would rub against his chest from time to time, and his warm breath would spray on his skin, bringing a tingling sensation.

Yinzhen's breathing couldn't help but become heavier. He felt goose bumps on his chest and the two points on his chest also trembled.

He threw aside the book in his hand that he had never turned a page of, reached into his lapel with one hand, grabbed the little concubine's chin, pulled her little face out of the lapel, and moved it a little upwards.

The other hand pressed her back and pushed her closer, with a bewitching smile on his lips, and a hoarse and low voice, "Fujin looks like she hasn't been weaned."

After he finished speaking, he gently kissed the tip of the little lady's nose.

Xiyu's cheeks suddenly turned red, and she realized that her appearance just now was not very elegant, so she lowered her eyes and changed the subject, "Did Master use any spices? Or did he use them when he was taking a bath just now..."

Hearing this, Yinzhen immediately pressed his thumb against her rosy lips and denied in a hoarse voice, "I am a grown man, I won't use things like spices."

"However, if Fu Jin likes the smell of my body..." He paused, his eyes fell on the cherry red lips of the little Fu Jin, opened his lips and kissed them, and then left immediately, "I allow you to smell it."

Xiyu's heartbeat began to accelerate unconsciously, her mind went blank, and her nostrils were filled with the smell of Sophora flavescens.

Looking down, she saw that the man's clothes were torn into a mess by her, and his collar was open, revealing his muscular chest.

He looked as if he had been bullied.

The man's fingers slipped into her clothes, and they reciprocated.

What a shame.

Xiyu buried her head in his neck again, smelling the scent of Sophora flavescens, and her breathing gradually became heavy and rapid.

"No, it's not possible. The doctor said it's not possible."

Her eyes were red, she reached out and held the man's fingers, humming softly, "No."

"I know."

The man's voice was low and hoarse, with unnoticeable panting.

He held up Xiaofujin's face, their eyes met, "Do you still want to smell it?"

Xiyu blushed and nodded, "I don't feel like vomiting after smelling this. I'm also a little hungry."

"hungry?"

Yinzhen asked softly, then turned over and gently placed the little wife on the bed. When he got out of bed and put on his shoes, he also straightened his clothes.

"Be good, I'll ask someone to serve you food."

In just a few moments, the table was filled with food, some of which was still steaming.