Chapter 17 Chapter 17 Your bed smells so good
Bourbon looked at them, as if realizing that this villa still had a secret. And that these family members might know that person.
Following the woman's scolding, the young girl ran out. The old woman closed the window and saw that no one was injured. There were two young men guarding the place, so she simply left.
Bourbon leaned against the door and turned off the flashlight. He didn't say anything, but just turned his head and looked at Scotland twice. The other party understood and signaled him to go ahead and investigate.
Scotland looked at An You who was sitting cross-legged: "This room is not safe anymore, you should live with me."
"Oh." Although An You was frightened, he still wanted to continue sleeping. He knew that if his body did not rest, its health value would decrease.
An You got off the ground and was just about to go over.
Scotland grabbed his arm, feeling a bit troubled. "Where are your shoes? Put them on and come over."
"I don't know, I think I kicked it under the bed."
An You said, bending down to feel for her shoes, "Ah."
Scotland pressed his shoulder, "What's wrong?"
"There's something under the bed."
Hearing this, Scotland squatted down and groped for the hard object under the bed. When he looked at it in the candlelight, he found it was an oil painting.
An You put on her shoes, came over to take a look, and was immediately surprised: "The old man in the painting."
"It's a portrait." Scotland explained, but why would a portrait be thrown under the bed? It wasn't something shameful.
But after looking at it for a while, he found that the owner of this portrait had never appeared here.
Unable to find any clues, Scotland simply pushed the portrait back, took the candlestick, and pulled Anyou back to the next room. At least it was safer here, and he could not continue to let danger come.
Just as he was about to leave, An You suddenly grabbed his sleeve and said, "Wait a minute, I forgot my luggage."
An You walked to the corner and found that the zipper of the backpack was crooked and handled carelessly, which was obviously not the case before.
He kept crying and wailing, "My backpack was stolen. Damn the thief! My house is already broke, and now I've been robbed."
Scotland understood his feelings: "...Did you lose anything valuable?"
An You hurriedly rummaged around inside and said, "I'm not sure. What I brought here was quite messy."
"In other words, what important things did you bring with you?"
An You replied: "Clothes and pants, I need to change them when I get home."
"Except this."
An You: "Lighter."
Scotland: "None of this is critical. Are there any confidential documents or anything like that?"
"Yes, a collection of jokes."
“…” Scotland didn’t stand by to watch him pack, so naturally he didn’t know what he had brought.
A collection of jokes. Even though I only heard the name, I knew that this was definitely not a confidential document.
Scotland asked again: "Where is the money?"
An You said as a matter of course: "I didn't bring any money, I plan to spend the money provided by the organization."
"You didn't bring anything valuable."
An You shook her index finger. "No, everything here is very valuable. I want to move with them."
As he spoke, he shouldered his bulging backpack. The heroic spirit of the warrior, who had never returned, suddenly deflated, like a groundhog bent over by fatigue.
Scotland didn't stop him. After all, the room next door was big enough to accommodate not only one more person, but also some more items.
An You didn't expect that he really didn't intend to help. Even though he was obviously bent over with exhaustion, this guy was still guarding the door, holding a candle in his hand. He walked in front of him and even stood aside and watched when he entered the room. An You glared at him fiercely.
Scotland picked up the seemingly heavy luggage and helped him hold the bottom, and only let go after Anyou entered the house.
After seeing An You's depressed look, he patted his head in a playful manner, as if to comfort him.
An You's anger also dissipated. Forget it, it's his own fault...
After dropping her backpack, An You sat down at the head of the bed.
An You turned around and found that the bed was still emitting heat and the quilt was turned up. He thought that Scotland was still sleeping before he came and rushed over when he heard the noise, so the bed was made so casually. However, he didn't care about that.
"Phew, I'll sleep with you tonight."
Scotland: “Yes.”
An You: "Do you mind if I sleep in your bed?"
Scotland shook his head, "No."
"Hey, you're such a nice person."
An You fell on the soft bed.
A strange emotion flashed in Scotland's eyes, but he hid it well and quickly looked away.
An You felt more and more relaxed as he lay there. This place was more comfortable than his own. The quilts were fragrant and soft, and there was a comfortable atmosphere everywhere.
An You: "Your bed smells so good and is so soft. Just like you."
"Uh...thank you for the compliment."
Scotland stared at him rolling around in the spot where he had just slept and couldn't help but cough softly.
In fact, he had just slept in that place. Although he didn't have the habit of sleeping naked, the bed was a very private place.
The place to sleep, the place that is safe and peaceful, he rarely gets that close to people, let alone sleep in the same bed.
But now there was someone rolling around on his bed and sniffing around.
Scotland's face felt slightly hot, and this sudden heat hit his cheeks.
However, the instigator was completely unaware. Not only did he roll over even harder, he also moved closer to hug the quilt and rolled over happily.
He felt that he was late to such a comfortable place.
Scotland: "Stop rolling around. The quilt will get wrinkled and it will be uncomfortable to sleep on."
An You immediately stood at attention and behaved himself.
He took a step forward and crawled into the bed. "Wow, it's still warm."
This is probably the type of person who is good at taking care of himself and his roommates. He is generally called a male mother.
There was a dim candlelight at the bedside. Scotland turned around and saw a pair of sparkling eyes.
The man supported his head and leaned leisurely against the head of the bed.
She took up a corner of the bed without any courtesy, and stared at him closely with a pair of beautiful and pure eyes flashing.
An You: "Why don't you come up yet? It's time to go to bed."
This looked like she was waiting for him to come home. Scotland's ears felt hot for no reason. "Ah, wait a minute, I have something else to do. I'll be there soon."
"What's going on so late?"
"I still need to learn more about the secret of this villa."
An You raised half of her body and asked, "Are you going to discuss this with Bourbon?"
"That's right."
"It's not impossible to discuss it with me."
Scotland hesitated and said, "What can you do?"
An You's eyes widened instantly, like an angry cat with its fur standing on end. But after that, she regained her composure in an instant: "If you look down on me, then go to sleep!"
After saying that, she lay down with a thud and even covered her head with the quilt, not giving him a chance to speak.
Scotland had never seen such a moody person, more difficult to deal with than a cat.
Helpless, I had to walk to the bed and touch the round head underneath.
"The strange creatures that appeared in the secret room are too dangerous for you. It's better for you to avoid any contact with them. I'm going to ask Bourbon about the results of the investigation and will be back soon. If you're tired, go to bed early."
The footsteps faded away.
An You actually only knew a little about this secret room, but when she thought of the knife light at night, it was indeed dangerous.
I left Scotland quickly and came back quickly.
Although she was drowsy, An You did not turn off the lights and waited for the other person's return under the candlelight.
Just as I was staggering with sleep, a crisp voice sounded at the door.
In the dimness, I seemed to hear Bourbon's voice, "Are you okay?"
"Well, his safety is in my hands. I suspect there's something fishy going on with this family. They don't seem that familiar with their own home."
"There's no clear evidence, just our experience and guesswork. It's a little early to say anything about this now. Let's wait and see."
"I see. It's getting late. Go to bed early."
"good."
Then there was the sound of the door being locked, and in the silent night, the footsteps became particularly obvious.
Actually, this time is still quite early, but because it is raining and the weather is humid, there is no benefit in staying awake, so I have to go to bed early.
An You vaguely felt a figure approaching, and the warm breath was very close.
An You exerted her last bit of strength and opened her eyes.
Unexpectedly, when she looked up, she met a pair of deep blue pupils. An You rubbed her eyes and said, "Ah, you're back."
Scotland pressed down on his shoulders, not giving him a chance to get up, "You haven't slept yet, are you waiting for me?"
An You opened her sleepy eyes and nodded, "Yeah. Without you, I didn't dare to fall asleep, so I thought I'd wait a while."
Scotland stared at him for a moment, then said gently, "Go to bed. It's getting late."
"oh."
After hearing his voice, An You actually relaxed.
If you were worried before about encountering danger alone again, there is no need to worry about that now.
An You seemed to relax all of a sudden and lay back down.
Scotland carefully lay on his side, trying not to disturb Anyou who was already lying down.
Scotland's sleeping quality is not as good as his. He can sleep soundly even when sleeping next to someone he has just met.
Scotland turned over in agony, facing away from his face, and soon the burning body temperature touched his back.
Warm, soft, and against his spine, it was so hot that it made his bones feel soft.
The Scots don't like to get too close to others; it's a habit ingrained in them.
People who are too close to him are like invading his personal space, even though to outsiders he may appear gentle and kind.
Those who know him well know that he is not as easy to get close to as imagined, and he does not want to get to know others more deeply.
As the saying goes, the gentler, the more ruthless.
The sense of alienation that is inherent in his bones can help him solve many problems.
However, An You seemed to be completely confused. He did whatever he wanted, was free and unrestrained, and was unusually familiar.
It’s just that at this time I don’t want to get too close, and it’s not appropriate to wake the other person up.
He carefully moved and maneuvered himself to the edge of the bed.
But in the second half of the night, he still felt the warmth approaching him.
An You woke up to a rustling sound. She opened her sleepy eyes and found a person standing at the door. He was dressed neatly, and the only thing left was to put on his coat.
After An You woke up, she first asked the most crucial question, "What time is it?"
Scotland heard the noise and turned to look at him, "It's seven in the morning, it's still early. If you're sleepy, go back to sleep."
An You was holding the soft quilt and was about to turn over, but found that she had occupied two-thirds of the bed, even lying on Scotland's side, almost squeezing Scotland into the corner.
An You rubbed his head, feeling a little less sleepy. He asked tentatively, "Did I sleep badly last night?"
"A little bit, but you still remember to leave me some space." Scotland laughed.
After hearing this, An You realized that her sleeping posture was definitely not good.
His sleeping posture is quite standard. If he rests with someone close to him, he probably won't be quiet for long and will lose control and can't help but move closer to the other person.
An You once thought that her sleeping posture was quite gentle and did not consider it a shortcoming.
Until one time he rested with his roommate who had an even worse sleeping posture, and it was a torture.
I was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night because the guy next door not only had the habit of snatching the quilt, but also liked to snore, which made it difficult for me to sleep well.
She grabs most of the bed and even likes to put her legs on his legs to force him to wake up. A Jue Anyou can be woken up several times by being tossed around.
An You, enraged, kicked his mentally retarded brother away and never rested with others again.
After all, who knows whether the other person is a human or a ghost when he is sleeping. His sleep quality is already poor, and he cannot withstand other tortures.
But he rested well last night, which shows that Scotland sleeps better.
I just don't know how Scotland is resting.
An You felt extremely guilty, "Did I disturb your sleep by doing this?"
Scotland raised an eyebrow in surprise. "How could that be? You're pretty quiet when you sleep, and you don't have any bad habits. Besides, being close to people isn't really a flaw, is it?"
Hearing him say this, An You breathed a sigh of relief. After the shock he had last night, she thought he wouldn't be able to sleep well.
Unexpectedly, he was able to sleep soundly in a completely unfamiliar environment, next to members of the organization whom he had only known for half a day.
It seems that not only does he have no problems with his sleep, but he is also very brave. An You couldn't help coughing.
Scotland came over after hearing the sound, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Scotland was already dressed, his shirt immaculately groomed, and with a frown on his face, he stroked his palm gently against his cheek, feeling the warmth of his forehead, the worry on his face not seeming fake.
"Did you catch a cold last night?"
An You shook her head, "I'm not feeling uncomfortable, Aqiu."
Just as he finished speaking, he sneezed loudly, breaking his thoughts.
Scotland frowned. "This is the beginning of your cold, and you say it's okay. You're right. The window of your room was pried open last night, and the cold wind and drizzle were blowing for so long, you're definitely going to catch a cold. I'll make you some hot soup when we get home."
An You huddled in bed, mumbling, "Okay."
Seeing that he agreed, Scotland let out a faint smile and said, "Get up."
Having said that, he went out, but before leaving, he closed the door.
An You took this opportunity to get up quickly, but just as he stood up, the door was opened again.
At this time, An You was naked from the waist up, with nothing on her body.
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