The autumn nights in the north were as cool as water. Simon was wrapped in Owen's long windbreaker with the collar pulled up to just cover his chin. Owen held her in his arms and took her away in full view of everyone.
The wind started to blow outside.
With every breath, his nose was filled with the vast and deep scent of cedar, which was the aquatic woody men's perfume that Owen used to use. Simon's whole body was now immersed in the unique scent of Owen. This cold and distant fragrance seemed to be lingering and entangled with the mellow alcohol, burning his consciousness into a trance and intoxication, and his mind became even more confused.
Owen strode with him to the car, opened the passenger door, helped the man into the car, and then moved to the driver's seat.
Simon remained silent as always, quietly leaning his forehead against the car window, his long eyelashes drooping, casting a small shadow under his eyes. He pursed his lips slightly, looking obedient and docile.
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