Chapter 10 Chapter 10 The Non-threatening Bedmate

Looking at the figure walking away, An You was still immersed in self-reflection. The man's emotions changed too quickly and he had not yet reacted.

Having not yet experienced a workplace crisis, An You was struggling to figure out the meaning of her elder brother's words.

An You returned to the restaurant alone. The restaurant was empty at this time and the guns had been taken away by the eldest brother in advance, leaving only useless paper and pen.

An You sat at the table, thinking. The more he thought, the more wrong it seemed. The more wrong it seemed, the more he needed to think.

"Why do you say I'm an early childhood education game? Big brother's thoughts are so hard to guess."

My eldest brother said that he was a child who was taught to play games early. Could it be that he meant that he was young and energetic?

No, big brother is beating around the bush and calling him a problem child!

She even warned him that if he came close again, she would not show mercy.

Will players be afraid of the threats from Big Brother?

Brother, you probably don’t know that we players grew up scared.

[System?] An You called out.

[The game system is serving you, host, what's wrong? ]

The voice came silently, as if speaking into his ear.

An You paused, "System, I forgot to ask you what you are. You suddenly spoke in my ear, and I still don't understand you. What is your function?"

[This is the data set that this game comes with. It helps the host to conquer the main characters, create a strategy plan, and resolve crises that may arise at any time during the game. It is responsible for reminding people at critical moments. Even if it is scolded every day, it will protect the host's life and love. This super-dimensional existence.]

An You: [What's all this gibberish? I don't understand.]

System: […It can be understood as a cheat disguised as customer service.]

【Ah, cheat.】

The system was grief-stricken: [As expected, this is the only word I can understand. Host, can you please ask me a question?]

An You: [Whatever.]

System: [You are gay, right?]

An You replied: -【No, it’s straight.】

System: [What? You know, this is a love game, right?]

An You, "I know, I know. Your guns and cars are pretty realistic. Developing a Kodi survival game would be a huge hit, with those hundred-player shootouts. While you might not be able to defeat Gangyi's ghost soldiers, developing a Tokyo battle game and mixing in your unique deduction elements would definitely make a good game. Or maybe making it an open world, emulating the original O, where you can unlock journeys to other worlds."

The system was shocked: [Host, what do you think of this game? You're not here to snipe at the racing cars, are you?]

[Hahaha, yeah, do you guys want to change your gaming career?]

[No career change, thank you. I finally managed to bind to the host, but I didn't expect it to be straight. Hahaha, this love game will end sooner or later. So will I.] The system smiled bitterly.

【What are you mumbling behind my back again? 】

【It's just a little bit of wind and frost, no problem.】

An You: [After all this talk, I haven't asked you yet. Are you the system I saw on the interface earlier?]

It's me.

An You: [Oh, you are AI, your vocal simulation is pretty good.]

The system defended itself: "What AI? I'm not some low-level thing. I'm a highly intelligent being. I can chat with you in real time and be your good friend."

An You sits with legs apart, looking up, [Oh~]

[Seeing that the host has adapted well, I feel relieved. It doesn't matter whether I come or not.]

"How could that be? You're here for a reason. Didn't you say you could assist me in real time?"

System: [Okay, what are your plans?]

An You: [I haven't figured out the plan yet. Let's get the reward from the hot spring villa first, and then I'll do whatever I want.]

System: [Then I won’t bother you anymore. If you have any questions, call me randomly.]

An You waved her hand and said, "I know."

An You's mouth was dry from talking, so he took the boiled water on the table and took a big gulp, and the water entered his throat chakra.

The strong smell of juniper filled his mouth, and he almost vomited because of the spiciness. It turned out that it was not plain water, but wine.

It may feel spicy at first, but gradually, that taste is covered by the richer aroma.

The taste was unexpectedly good. An You didn't expect that this colorless, odorless and transparent wine could be so fragrant. She felt a little drunk without realizing it.

Sleepiness overtook An You, who forced herself to hold her head in place, and fell asleep on the edge of the table.

He looked out the glass window and saw canvas fluttering under the transparent window.

The night was dark and the wind was howling outside, but it seemed silent in his ears.

In the dimly lit restaurant, the changes in the outside world became much quieter.

While he was drowsy, a man appeared in his sight.

A tall figure, wearing a black top hat, his face covered, only a glimpse of his green eyes could be seen.

Who appeared here? An You followed the trail and saw only a pair of cold eyes.

"Why are you still here?"

There was a clear chill in the man's eyes. An You didn't know what to do, so she just blinked.

"Why aren't you talking? Weren't you very energetic just now?"

Gin leaned over and stared at the swirl of his hair.

He rested his forehead on the table. According to his personality, he shouldn't be so quiet.

During the questioning, An You raised her head from the table, her cheeks flushed, and her watery eyes half open and half closed.

Gin looked down at his face and asked, "Why is your face so red?"

The palm-sized face was close to his palm, warm and hot. The face was very close, and the strong aroma of wine and the warm and delicate touch slipped into his palm without warning.

The palm of my hand felt like it was burned by flames.

He raised his head and looked around, and indeed found the problem. There was an empty cup on the table, and he could smell the rich aroma of wine at the bottom of the cup.

"Wow, smells good." An You said unconsciously.

Gin pulled his hand back and said condescendingly, "You're drunk."

"Can you go back by yourself?" Before he finished speaking, a small burning fireball fell into his abdomen. The young man's posture was weird, his head resting on his waist, and his breathing was even.

Gin stiffened and pushed the person who came.

The young man still didn't notice anything, buried his head in his coat, rubbing his soft cheek against the corner of his coat, like a well-behaved and furry little animal.

After staring at him for a while, Gin grabbed his collar and lifted him away from him.

The weak man swayed left and right like rubber, and would occasionally lean in his direction.

Gin always managed to defend himself accurately, pushing his head away. Anyou, who had become as soft as a puddle of mud, swayed back and forth, with Gin being the only support.

An You was awakened by the feeling of suffocation. There was soft cloud under her feet and her neck was very uncomfortable, as if she was hanging from a tree with a rope.

An You struggled with her hands and feet, "Help, help! I don't want to be hanged."

Gin glanced sideways, realizing he had pulled his collar too tight, and silently loosened it a little, "...He's not dead yet."

In the pitch-black night, An You walked aimlessly. In the endless darkness, there was no way out, no light. He was trapped.

When it was pitch dark, fear swept over his nerves.

"Oh, Baojuan, my eyes, my eyes, I'm going blind."

Gin heard his mumbling and looked at the drunk who was shouting with his eyes tightly closed.

"...You just didn't open your eyes."

An You, still in her sleep, yawned and answered irrelevantly, "Where are we going?"

Gin responded as usual, "Go back to your room."

"Why are you going back to my room?"

"Or maybe you want to rest on the restaurant floor."

After turning the door open, he fumbled for the switch on the wall, and abundant light filled the room. Gin turned around and saw Anyou sitting on the floor, stroking her neck without saying a word.

Gin pushed his shoulder. Seeing that he was so dizzy that he couldn't tell east from west, it was not practical to let him go in by himself.

Gin grabbed his collar and took him directly into the house.

Throwing someone on the bed means it has nothing to do with him anymore.

An You rolled around on the bed, groaning.

Gin paused for a moment, seeing that he didn't mean anything and simply looked uncomfortable.

Gin closed the door before leaving.

The night in the mountain village is silent, the moonlight is like water, the chirping of partridges can be heard outside, and the sound of insects in the empty mountains fills the ears.

Awakened by the urge to urinate, An You climbed out of bed. The alcohol concentration in his blood was still high and had not completely subsided.

Fatigue washed over him, and the hangover feeling was uncomfortable.

An You covered her aching head, opened the door and went to the bathroom.

The moonlight outside was like water, the night was deep and the dew was heavy, and the cool mountain breeze blew on his face. An You felt a little more awake.

His head still hurt and he was still feeling sleepy. An You yawned and walked to the corner of the corridor.

The door to the room near the corridor was not closed and it was pitch black inside.

Hey, he remembered that the door was closed when he came out, but now it is wide open.

Could it be that his memory was wrong?

Forget it, if you can’t remember, just give up thinking. It’s time to go to bed now!

He went straight in, lay down on the warm bed, hugged his pillow and fell asleep.

I fell asleep in a short while.

After he fell asleep, a tall figure appeared at the door.

Under the moonlight, the black figure stretched infinitely long. The visitor was perceptive and noticed the extra breathing in the room.

With a click, the bullet was loaded into the chamber, making a slight noise.

However, An You couldn't hear anything at all, as he had fallen into a deep sleep.

The footsteps were approaching, and the man saw an extra figure in the dim moonlight.

An You, why is he here?

He was not sent to the room by himself and had rested long ago. At what time did he hide in his room?

I approached the figure and pushed it, but there was no sign of them intending to sober up.

There was no extra room for him to prepare again, or he could go and rest with Vodka.

Thinking of the extra vodka next to his pillow, Gin frowned and thought, forget it, it’s better to just leave it like this.

The sound of breathing was very close, and in the hazy moonlight, the delicate facial features were clearly visible, without any alertness.

Even with a handkerchief resting against his head, he could still sleep soundly.

The quality of sleep is really terrible.

Maybe he trusted himself too much and had never faced a death threat. Or maybe he was just good at pretending to be asleep.

Gin, who was suspicious by nature, stood by the bed and thought deeply.

Bo, Leta rubbed his cheek, and the dangerous murder weapon scraped across his eye sockets, rosy lips, and finally his neck, where the elastic skin wrapped around the cold weapon.

In such a threatening environment, even someone pretending to be asleep would have woken up, but even so, he still kept his eyes closed and did not move.

Like a prey waiting to be slaughtered, he quietly raised his head, his life and death in his hands.

This is a fragile living being and he knows nothing.

He didn't know the cruelty of human nature, and he didn't know that betrayal was the most common thing in the organization, but he still trusted himself without any hesitation.

He exposes his life safety in front of him, and he can even control his life and death at will.

If she were to fall completely asleep in his hands, would An You's trust in her remain unchanged forever?

In a world where trust has absolutely collapsed, the only thing everyone can trust is the power and guns in their hands. Isn't this a tragedy?

But when you suddenly meet someone who trusts you unconditionally and is as pure as a newborn baby, few people will not be shocked.

The desire for control raging in his chest was a desire that even he couldn't control.

After a few deep breaths, Gin regained his composure.

No, that's not right, you can't do that.

His identity is rather special, and he cannot die in his own hands like this.

Gin looked at his sleeping face again and had to believe that he had really found the wrong room and fell asleep.

After closing the door, Gin folded his clothes and lay down on the other side to take a rest.

Gin didn't feel that the person next to him was a threat.

A sufficiently weak existence actually gave him an indescribable sense of security.

As he fell asleep, he felt something soft approaching him, and a leg soundlessly came up and wrapped around his waist.

Perhaps this posture allows his legs to relax comfortably.

Without thinking, everyone knew what happened. Gin lifted the lid of the small stove that was close to him.

She wrapped the man tightly with the quilt, stepped to the other side, and made sure that he couldn't get close before she went to sleep.

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