Chapter 48 Chapter 48 Bourbon Kitten

Scotland's eyebrows curved, and he smiled warmly. "Yes, I prepared this for you. I know you don't like to cook, so I made it myself." He took a sandwich from his bag and handed it to her. "Try it and see how it tastes."

An You was in a dilemma if she didn't answer, but it also seemed like she wouldn't answer either. "No, I've already had breakfast!"

"Won't you invite me into your house?"

An You was in a dilemma. What if he let other people into his house? He would be caught in a trap. And if he found out that there was a bottle of Bourbon in his house, he would be in trouble. He could only bear to hurt Scotland.

"I, I have to go out to see Zhu Xingda soon. Time is limited, so I can't invite you in!"

Scotland frowned, "You and him got together."

An You: "He's my bodyguard and part-time underling now, and he's on my side. Not only that, I'll learn my sniping skills from him in the future, since he's also a sniper. And most importantly, we're both incredibly straight."

Scotland: "...I understand. I came here to tell you that I might have to take a mission out of town and won't be able to come back for a while. Take care of yourself at home, and don't get too close to other people."

An You: "I understand."

After everyone left, An You breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the living room. Bourbon was sitting there with his eyes blindfolded.

Bourbon blindfolded himself, leaning on the edge of the sofa, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the folds of the blindfold, as if he was listening attentively.

The fabric was silk, and it fit snugly against his chiseled face, only making his jawline appear even sharper.

An You stared at the white scarf that obscured her vision, her heartbeat inexplicably quickening—nervousness and a touch of guilt. While absorbing Bourbon's pheromones was certainly pleasurable, the method wasn't exactly glamorous.

People only see the thief eating meat, but never see the thief being beaten.

Although this was not the first time he had been a thief, the thought of being beaten made him feel the phantom pain in advance.

He approached, his footsteps deliberately heavy.

Bourbon suddenly smiled, his lips curled up slightly: "Is it someone you know? Are you worried about being discovered?"

An You was startled and froze in place.

Bourbon's ears trembled, as if catching the ripples of sound waves in the air, "Why don't you keep going?"

The voice was low and contained a certain allure.

An You swallowed, her fingertips curled unconsciously.

The real threat of Bourbon appeared. Bourbon always used this kind of weird questioning to push people to their limits, as if to peel off all disguises.

"I don't understand what you're saying." An You finally couldn't help but fight back, her voice filled with annoyance and uneasiness.

Bourbon suddenly reached out, grabbing his wrist with precision. His eyes remained closed beneath the cloth, and even though he was already handcuffed, his grip on him remained undiminished, like a venomous snake snaking its prey.

He had to admit that this evil devil was never controlled by anyone. Even when he was bound, he gave people the feeling of being cold, dark, and in control of everything.

An You was dragged by him and fell onto the sofa. No matter how hard she tried, she still couldn't break free from his shackles.

Can't handcuffs restrain him? I should have tied him up with a rope, leaving space for his hands to move. It only adds trouble to myself.

Bourbon pressed forward, his voice cold and deep, "What do you want? You don't just want to kidnap me and watch TV together, right?"

The incandescent light cast mottled shadows on the sofa, which shook when Bourbon broke free. The moment An You was suppressed, he smelled the stronger pheromones on the other's shirt. The extremely aggressive, sweet smell hit his nerves.

An You's head felt dizzy. He seemed to have discovered a fact: emotional excitement can trigger the secretion of a large amount of pheromones. That's what it means.

She stretched out her moist arms, wrapped them around Bourbon's neck, pressed her soft body against him, and bit his chin as if possessed by a ghost.

The air was filled with a warm and sweet scent, as if it was surrounded by a thick layer of candy.

The veins on Bourbon's forehead throbbed faintly, his fingers clasped tightly against the edge of the sofa, his knuckles turning white. An You could feel the strong pheromones on his body, like an invisible blade, slicing at her sanity.

"You, so this is what you mean?"

"You want to be close to me, right?"

Bourbon's tone was dangerous, like a beast lurking in the night.

An You sniffed his increasingly intense scent, feeling her entire body tremble with the impact. It was as if the winter snow had practically melted in the sun, her blood boiling, every cell clamoring for him to come closer.

"Mmm, you smell so good, I want to kiss you."

Upon hearing this, Bourbon immediately stood up and distanced himself, with a polite yet distant smile on his face. "I'm sorry, sir, it's better not to make such jokes."

Sensing that the familiar smell was fading away, An You fell into anxiety again. He pulled Bourbon's shoulders and pressed him back on the sofa. Bourbon was caught off guard and was actually suppressed by him.

An You still had some rationality left and didn't actually kiss the man.

But it's also quite fun to disgust this Bourbon, since he is always so dedicated to scaring himself.

The fair hand lifted Bourbon's chin, and he saw his tightly pursed lips as he wished. It turned out that he also knew that he was the one being kidnapped.

An You pushed further, her hand sliding down to his chest, lingering on his honey-colored skin, and occasionally praising him in amazement, "You've got a well-trained body, you look healthy. I like young bodies like this, hehe."

"Today I'll let you know who's the best and who's the worst!"

An You sat on his waist, freeing one hand to pinch Bourbon's face, not allowing him to retreat. She buried her face in his neck and rubbed it, occasionally letting out a deadly grin, "I suck, I suck, I suck! Kitty, go against me."

His words revealed a vicious image.

Immersed in his own evil acting, he didn't notice that the veil on Bourbon's eyes was loose.

When he looked up, he saw messy blonde hair and someone who was almost able to see again. Oops.

An You was so scared that she broke out in a sweat and felt like her soul was about to fly away.

He pounced on him in a moment and put his hands over Bourbon's eyes.

Her long eyelashes fluttered lightly and softly under his palm.

An You wrapped the man with gauze again and wrapped him tightly, making sure that the other person could not see him.

After being frightened, he no longer had the desire to disgust Bourbon.

An You pushed the person away and got up from the sofa. Whether it was the love instinct modulated by the system or the mutual attraction of pheromones, although he felt it was one-sided, he was the only one enjoying it.

He couldn't get over the hurdle of being entangled with men.

It’s better to just keep the status quo.

Turning on the TV, she washed away her inner restlessness. After the intense sensation faded, An You patted her steaming cheeks and said, "Okay, stop fooling around and take a break."

As usual, he took out his phone and texted Moroboshi Dai for help, "I'll take Bourbon away at the right time this weekend."

Zhu Xingda: "What's wrong?"

An You: "It's hard to describe. Anyway, remember to come to my house early in the morning and send him back."

Moroboshi Dai: "I understand."

Before the weekend was over, Anyou needed to complete the storyline according to her mission, but she felt so exhausted. She was so tired that she collapsed, even though she was only trying to subdue a Bourbon.

Although it couldn't be subdued.

An You leaned back and lay on the sofa, not noticing that Bourbon was behind her, and lay directly on his shoulder. Forget it, it didn’t matter where she lay at this moment.

The most important thing is to take a rest first.

The familiar body temperature only made Anyou sleepy. He clung to Bourbon's arm and buried his whole body in his shoulder, continuing to inhale pheromones while enjoying the TV program.

The boring weekend passed easily, fortunately there was bourbon to keep me company, but time is always short.

By nightfall, An You had been quietly nestling in Bourbon's arms for most of the day. Bourbon didn't like close contact with people, but after two days of torture, he seemed to have gotten used to his presence.

After receiving the message from Zhu Xingdai, An You stayed awake and yawned while checking the time on his mobile phone.

Bourbon seemed to notice something and asked in a low voice, "Isn't it time for you to go to bed?"

An You said weakly, "I can still hold on."

Bourbon: "...Staying up late for a long time is bad for your health. Are you sure you want to do this?"

An You: "Humph, I won't sleep until the moon does. I'm a bald little baby."

Bourbon sighed secretly, "Where on earth did you learn this nonsense from?"

An You: "What did you say?"

Bourbon: “Nothing.”

There was a thrilling and exciting sound of reasoning coming from the TV. For some reason, he couldn't help dozing off when he heard the analysis of the characters on the screen. The sudden horror sound effect scared An You awake, and she huddled even deeper into Bourbon's arms.

"Such a terrifying sound effect in the middle of the night."

An You hugged Bourbon's arm.

Bourbon suggested, "Why don't you go back to your room and rest?"

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Originally, he wanted to leave Bourbon on the sofa in the living room to rest, but then he thought, he was kidnapped by himself, and it would be bad to abuse him. The sofa was not spacious to begin with, and it would definitely be uncomfortable for him to sleep on, so he pulled Bourbon into the bedroom.

"Men are not allowed in the bedroom, but Siamese cats are an exception!!"

"Okay, Cat-san, please come in."

Pull the cat to bed, hold the cat while sleeping, life shouldn’t be too perfect!

Bourbon, also known as Amuro Toru, was tormented by him for a whole day. He lay on the bed calmly, with the sound of light breathing beside the pillow. He tried to close his eyes, and tried to open them again without success.

He couldn't sleep. This was not the time for his biological clock to rest, but he also experienced the normal life of a normal person. He hadn't been away from his busy work for a long time.

If it weren't for the 'little criminal' next to him taking advantage of the situation, he would still be busy.

In the quiet night, the handcuffs made a crisp click, and the handcuffs that were thought to be indestructible fell off. The blond and dark-skinned young man took off the blindfold and admired the sleepy eyes of the person next to him.

A round face that looks more like a boy's, moist and innocent. Bourbon looked at it helplessly. What should he say? This young master's vigilance is really poor. He neither does background checks nor checks the results before arresting people. Who would kidnap someone with only handcuffs and a blindfold without even a pillar to rest on?

Rather than kidnapping, it seems more like some kind of evil hobby.

A kidnapping full of loopholes.

If it was a different hostage, he would have knocked him out and run away.

However, this also shows that he has not been stained by the darkness. His slender five fingers stroked across his face. His face was very small and could be covered by one palm. He seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Bourbon propped his cheek up, watching in fascination, his palm running through his black hair, brushing away the fine strands. As he lowered his gaze, he realized that he was indeed thin, with a noticeably small frame, but his face was chubby.

There were so many soft emotions flowing through his heart. This was the first time he was able to smile while undercover.