Love Affairs in Melbourne-Chapter 321 - 316 The Original Look of Love (5)

Yan Yan woke up and opened her eyes, only to find that she was not in the studio’s suite.

Could it be that last night, in a haze, she had returned to Qi Yi’s place again?

Yan Yan had only suffered from a lack of sleep and was a bit tired yesterday, she hadn’t drunk any alcohol or done anything, so there was no reason for her to completely black out.

Because Yan Yan often had irregular sleep schedules, Qi Yi had specially replaced her curtains with the ones that offered the highest degree of blackout.

This way, even if Yan Yan’s day and night were reversed and she needed to sleep during the day, she wouldn’t be affected by the light.

The room was very dark, although not to the extent that she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face.

But basically, besides knowing which bed she was on, Yan Yan couldn’t see anything else.

Yan Yan stretched out her hand to feel around, even her phone was not in the usual spots where she might leave it.

What time was it now?

Not staying in the studio and without her phone by her side, she couldn’t have slept straight through the re-opening of Y·Y, could she?

Thinking of such a possibility, Yan Yan instantly sat up in bed.

She needed to quickly wake herself up.

Yan Yan felt for the electric switch by the bed and opened the curtains.

Sunlight instantly filled the entire room.

Looking at the angle of the incoming sunlight, it should be afternoon now.

For a moment, Yan Yan still felt a bit disoriented.

Hadn’t she finished up all her tasks and then gone to sleep peacefully in the studio, preparing her energy for the official launch of the Y·Y shoes?

Without knowing where her phone was, Yan Yan, without even stretching, leaned over slightly to pick up the small alarm clock on the nightstand.

The clock displayed:

2015-07-15

14:35

Thankfully, she hadn’t slept through all the various re-opening ceremonies.

Yan Yan heard footsteps in the room, and before she could turn around, she was embraced from behind.

The scent of Lalique Encre Noire perfume, mixed with the fresh air of having just taken a shower, wafted over from behind Yan Yan.

Such a familiar scent, Yan Yan did not need to ask to know who was behind her.

...

After Maison Yan II launched their ready-to-wear line, the next step was to launch a fragrance.

After the fashion show at the Queen Victoria Market, Yan Yan began to try various perfumes, and Molin was one of the scents that portrayed the aroma of vetiver in the simplest and purest form most vividly.

Yan Yan particularly liked this scent, and during her time in Paris, she even had Qi Yi, who never wore perfume, take a whiff.

Yan Yan wanted to collaborate with the perfumer of Molin to launch the first fragrance for Maison Yan II.

The first time Qi Yi smelled the perfume, he and Yan Yan had the following exchange.

"Does it smell good?" Yan Yan asked Qi Yi.

"It’s okay, I don’t know much about perfume, so I can’t offer you any advice. Just use whatever you like; I really have no opinion," Qi Yi felt that the perfume’s scent was completely different from the one Yan Yan usually wore, but he had no intention of dictating what kind of perfume his girlfriend should use.

"Uh... Great Mathematician, this is men’s perfume, okay! What do you mean you have no opinion?" Yan Yan stared at Qi Yi somewhat speechlessly.

For Yan Yan, Qi Yi had studied all sorts of fashion trends over and over, but when it came to perfume, he was obviously still quite the "idiot."

Whenever Qi Yi made a common-sense mistake, Yan Yan would refer to him as the "Great Mathematician," a moniker that carried a hint of chastising Qi Yi for being a bit helpless in daily life when it came from Yan Yan’s lips.

Qi Yi was so well-rounded that the times he couldn’t manage life on his own were few. Therefore, the nickname "Great Mathematician" was one Yan Yan seldom had the chance to use on him.

"What kind of perfume should a man use? I can’t stand men who go around looking all effeminate," Qi Yi said with disdain.

"Which eye of yours sees men who wear perfume as effeminate? Yan Ling wears it too, right? How is that effeminate?" Yan Yan expressed her further dissatisfaction with Qi Yi’s remark.

"Does Cousin really wear it? I haven’t really noticed," Qi Yi recalled seriously, but still had no impression.

"Of course, he does. The highest realm of a man wearing perfume is to let only the closest people smell it. Just a faint hint, almost imperceptible," Yan Yan shook her head at Qi Yi.

Since a certain miner didn’t like perfume, Yan Yan didn’t force him anymore -- a contemptuous look was enough.

"Only the closest people can smell it? What does it feel like when they do?" Qi Yi "shamelessly" asked.

"Obviously, it feels like being liked, what else could it feel like?" Yan Yan didn’t plan to continue the topic with Qi Yi.

"Feels like being liked, huh? Then I get it," Qi Yi confusingly drew a conclusion.

Lalique perfume was not that easy to purchase.

The perfumes Yan Yan didn’t use for testing were also kept in her Paris studio.

So for quite a while after this conversation, Qi Yi still didn’t wear perfume.

When two people are together, it’s not necessary for every interest to be the same.

Since Qi Yi didn’t like it, Yan Yan stopped pushing it.

What surprised Yan Yan was that Qi Yi, at some point, had sneaked out and bought a bottle of Molin perfume.

After buying it, Qi Yi didn’t actually use it in his daily life.

After Yan Yan gave herself over to Qi Yi, and he saw her again, Qi Yi was still not wearing perfume.

This guy only used it each time after he had devoured Yan Yan and she went to take a shower.

After taking a shower and returning to bed, the first thing Qi Yi, wearing nothing but perfume, did was not to look for clothes to wear, but to reach out from behind and embrace Yan Yan, who was already half asleep on the bed.

He asked her, in a voice much deeper than usual, next to her ear, "Do you want to try what liking feels like?"

The "evil" of his deliberateness was truly "too dreadful to record."

So blatantly intentional, and so obviously "bare."

Initially, when Yan Yan was particularly tired, she would protest, but she could not out-talk him, and she was not as strong as him, finding herself defeated every single time.

The two of them, always parting and reuniting, left Yan Yan who struggled a few times to find her objections futile and eventually she could only "accept her fate."

Qi Yi was well aware of his own "excesses."

To make up for his mistakes, Qi Yi took it upon himself to ensure that besides being exhausted by him, Yan Yan could get as much rest as possible.

As a result of Qi Yi’s efforts, after buying the perfume, whenever the two were together, he would simply "keep" her in bed.

Apart from things he really couldn’t do for her, Qi Yi wished he could even brush her teeth for her.