Seeing the little boy running towards him, Qi Yan frowned doubtfully. Didn't he have lost the appeasement? How could this little boy stick to him?
The little boy had trotted all the way and jumped into the man's arms. His smooth and elastic little face clung to the man's bare chest muscles and rubbed it very much.
The little boy's face was tender and smooth, which made Qi Yan's heart itch. At the same time, the little boy was willing to stick to him and make his mood improve in an instant.
The little boy didn't wear socks and stepped on the marble tiled floor barefoot. Qi Yan kindly picked up the child, and then held the little boy's cold feet with his broad hands, and then ordered the maid next to him: "Take a pair of socks."
The maid felt that Master Qi's expression was much more kinder than when he first came back, and she was not so afraid, but she still found the socks tremblingly and handed them in her hands.
The little boy sat across the man's lap and watched the man help him put on his socks.
It was the first time that the old housekeeper had seen that Master Qi was so gentle, and his eyes were full of shock and consternation.
The little boy stepped on Qi Yan's strong abdominal muscles with his little feet in socks, as if he were adapting to the feeling of wearing socks.
Qi Yanshun helped the child press down a few dull hairs standing up on the top of his head, and asked with an imperceptible smile at the corners of his mouth, "Have you been used to my pheromones?"
The little boy did not answer and was looking down at his little feet in socks.
Qi Yan didn't know what was wrong with him. As soon as the little boy clung to him, he was happy, but if the little boy ignored him or was afraid of him, he couldn't help but get angry. Why was his emotions involved by a little kid? It was not like himself at all.
Looking at the little boy who didn't give himself a response for a long time, the smile on the corners of Qi Yan's mouth disappeared little by little. He was actually influenced by a child, which was definitely not a good thing for him.
Qi Yan took the little boy on his leg to the side, and then walked to the bathroom without saying a word to wash away the smell of blood on his body.
Watching the man leave, the little boy immediately squeezed his lips and was about to cry, but when he turned his head and saw that the man took off the clothes on the sofa, he stopped crying. He crawled over and buried his face in the pile of blood-stained clothes.
The old housekeeper saw that the little child may have serious pheromone dependence, which is a disease. At present, there is no medicine to treat it.
Qi Yan came out of the shower and saw the little boy smelling his dirty clothes. He thought that the little boy would not really like his pheromones.
Qi Yan's tight and handsome face relaxed, strode over, and picked up the little boy who crawled in his clothes: "Smell me."
Qi Yan pressed the back of the little boy's head and put his face on his glands: "Let you smell enough."
But the little boy was irreciant and struggled to continue to smell the pile of dirty clothes.
Qi Yan frowned in confusion: "..."
Later, Qi Yan guessed that there might be a smell of appeasement on his clothes, so the little kid liked to smell it.
After knowing the truth, Qi Yan was extremely angry. He was really itchy and annoyed by this little kid today.
Qi Yan ordered coldly, "Take the clothes and burn them."
"Yes." The old housekeeper quickly went the same, picked up the pile of dirty clothes and burned them.
The little boy looked at the back of the old housekeeper with a reluctant face.
Qi Yan slapped the child's buttocks angrily: "Since you have been sent to me, you have to be familiar with my pheromones."
In the next few days, Qi Yan forced the little boy to smell his pheromones, wear the clothes he had worn, and use everything he had used to make the child gradually get used to his smell.