Wennie Brown pointed to the bathroom in the room, "I'm done using it, you go wash up."
Flynn Duncan picked up his pajamas and walked into the bathroom.
The scent of shower gel wafts around in the wet and dry bathroom.
That's what Wennie Brown smells like.
They follow the tip of Flynn Duncan's nose, climb all the way to the brain along various nerves.
The heat in Flynn Duncan's body became more and more unbearable, and when he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with the lingering images of him and Wennie Brown before.
Wennie Brown sat on the bed and flicked her phone briefly. Just as she was about to go to sleep, she suddenly realized that Flynn Duncan had been in the bathroom for a while, but she hadn't heard the sound of water.
Wennie Brown was suspicious. She lifted the quilt and got out of bed and walked to the door of the bathroom. She vaguely heard heavy breathing from inside.