Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Clinging Like a Child
An You was confused by his behavior. Looking at the letter of apology on the table, he didn't know how far he had written. After all, it was all written by Scotland.
Even if he looked, he still didn't understand.
An You followed behind, looking for Scotland. She heard the sound of running water and followed the source of the sound to the kitchen.
The other person was standing by the sink, washing something, and it turned out that he was planning to cook.
An You asked, "Scotland, what's wrong with you?"
There was no response. Could it be that the voice was too soft and no one heard it?
An You's voice got a little louder. "Scotland?"
The black-haired young man finally seemed to hear and replied, "I'm here."
The warm golden sunset hung on the edge of the sky, the light shone through the window and sprinkled on Scotland, and the air was filled with dense warmth.
The Scottish man has a quiet and steady temperament, with a slender back. He stands in the light, washing vegetables in silence.
What happened? Normally, Scotland would have spoken to him long ago.
At the beginning, Scotland was a little perfunctory towards him.
What happened to him? Is he worried about something? I always feel like the air pressure is not right.
Is he in a bad mood? Who made him unhappy?
An You walked around behind him and thought about it. Could it be that the thing that made him so worried was that?
An You: "Scotland, are you worried about Rum? Don't worry, I won't let him take revenge on you."
Scotland was stunned, he hadn't expected his focus to be this, it was true that he had never been aware of his own emotions.
But that's normal. I didn't say it out loud, so how could he notice it?
Scotland couldn't help but chuckle, "It has nothing to do with that. I'm fine. I was just too focused on washing the vegetables."
An You stared at his profile, as if trying to see through the truth.
Scotland brought a wet finger to his mouth and handed him a piece of carrot.
It seemed as if she was planning to feed him.
An You lowered his head and looked at the fragrant carrots. He was embarrassed for a moment because he didn't particularly like carrots.
But it’s not that disgusting. It’s the kind of vegetable that you can try if you come across it, but you will definitely eat less of it.
An You opened his mouth and took a bite, chewing it. It was a little sweet, but he didn't like the smell.
After finishing the meal, An You asked, "Do you want to use this to make a dish?"
Scotland stared at his slightly wrinkled nose, a smile appearing in the corner of his eyes: "Don't you like eating this?"
"No, I'm fine with anything."
An Youlian shook his head. He never hit the cook when he had a meal. After all, Jingguang was responsible for three meals a day, and his labor should be respected instead of him making it worse.
It’s not that I’m picky about food. At most, I’ll eat less carrots in a while.
Scotland saw through it and laughed, "So you don't really like it."
Scotland stretched out his wet hand and scratched Anyou's nose. "It's just a side dish. You don't have to eat it."
Caught off guard, An You wiped the water off the tip of her nose and asked, "What are we having for dinner?"
Scotland: "Well, how about hot pot with sour soup."
An You: "Scotland, do you like hot pot too?"
Scotland: "Seeing you like it, I'll try it more."
An You: "Okay, let's eat this tonight."
Scotland: "Anything else you like? I understand food very quickly. I usually only have to eat it once before I can research it and not replicate it much."
An You: "This is a magical talent. Why can't I master this?"
Scotland smiled: "I know how to do it, I'll find out what you want to eat in advance."
An You: "Barbecue."
"Well, what is that?"
"Let me tell you in detail."
An You brought a stool, sat aside, and explained to him the deliciousness of barbecue.
"Barbecue is food grilled over charcoal. Grilled pork belly is the most fragrant, with even fat and lean meat. When it's oozing with oil, sprinkle it with cumin powder and chili powder. Grilled eggplant is also delicious, sizzling with oil and a fragrance that's intoxicating."
The more I talk about it, the more greedy I feel.
"Ahhh, we should have barbecue tonight, right? Why isn't there a barbecue restaurant? Tokyo chef. Start the fire."
Scotland patted his head and said, "Be patient for a moment. I'll prepare it for you when I'm free. Please bear with me for now. Let's eat the food."
Scotland went to prepare the ingredients. An You wanted to follow him, but Scotland persuaded her to go to the living room.
The reason is that the kitchen can't accommodate so many people.
An You had to watch TV alone.
After dinner, Scotland continued to help write the self-review. After finishing, An You touched the freshly-written paper and said, "This little self-review is not difficult for me at all."
Afterwards, Scotland still had some work to do, so he took out his computer, checked his mailbox, and received a task from Rum.
An You leaned over to watch and roughly understood what was going on.
"For the newcomer, Moroboshi Dai's first mission, I intend for you to be the workflow guide."
"Muroboshi-sama, sounds familiar. He's the person I bumped into at the organization's base before."
In the mailbox, there was Zhu Xingdai's email address. An You watched him and the other party exchange emails and start by getting to know each other.
He was working seriously. An You had nothing to do, so she opened a can of beer, poured herself half a cup, and then walked over to Scotland with the cup.
Since Scotland was still working, he was not allowed to drink to avoid being confused.
Let him bear this pain alone.
The work in Scotland has not yet been completed, and An You intends to stay until the end.
I waited for a while until I was exhausted, sleepy and tired.
As the night deepened, An You almost fell headfirst onto the ground in the blink of an eye, her forehead hitting the soft palm.
An You blinked, regaining some consciousness. Scotland's palm rested on the table, shielding him from danger.
Su Ge La: "Are you sleepy? Why don't you go to bed first? I will finish my work here quickly."
An You waved, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. Bye Scotland."
Watching An You close the door, his eyes followed.
In the middle of the night, a hand tightened the lock on the door.
Scotland looked at the closed door and whispered, "It's not safe to lock the door. I have the key."
When I opened the door, the room was pitch black. The dim moonlight outside the window briefly illuminated the bed.
Scotland closed the door, walked to the edge of the bed, and looked at the person who wrapped himself like a dumpling.
An You lay quietly on the bed, breathing deeply. The only problem was that she liked to curl herself up, hiding her cheeks in the quilt.
Scotland moved closer and gently pushed aside the quilt, revealing a young face. Scotland could hear his breathing, which was faint, quiet, and gentle like a kitten.
Scotland pushed aside the mattress, stared at An You's profile, and whispered, "Don't sleep with your head covered. You'll suffocate."
He fiddled with An You with his palm and got a humming sound. An You was sleeping soundly.
The sleeping person was deeply engrossed in his dream and naturally could not hear his voice. Scotland stared at his profile.
He watched silently for a while. For some reason, he felt that such time became very short. Just by watching, he felt that time passed too quickly.
Scotland lay down, the bed sank, his soft body was so close that he could smell the warm fragrance.
He moved his palm closer to Anyou's head and rubbed the soft hair with his palm.
The hair is thin and soft, and feels cool to the touch.
The figure being kneaded raised his face, moved closer to him, and snuggled into his arms.
Scotland was stunned, looking at the unconscious An You, with another person in his arms.
An You snuggled into his arms like a stray cat, without making a sound.
Scotland called softly, "Anyou?"
No response.
I shook his shoulders, but got no response.
Scotland: "Are you asleep? Now is not the right time."
Scotland stared at his eyebrows. He had a very well-behaved face with round and smooth features.
He usually likes to act cool and looks calm and detached, but only when he falls asleep does he reveal the innocence in his eyes.
Scotland raised his hand and pinched his face gently.
The soft skin, attached to the palm of his hand, was like a feather, falling into his palm, light and delicate, unable to be ignored.
Scotland whispered, "Anyou."
When you call his name, you have the illusion that this person, this time, belongs only to you, not to anyone in the organization.
The relationship between them was unclear, or rather, all along, the only one caught in it was himself, a person who was unconscious from the beginning, his mind only staying on the partnership.
Even his care for himself is considered as the relationship between a good brother and a good friend.
But how could they just be friends? He wanted to cross the line.
"During the day you said you wanted to call me godfather. I just thought about it and I feel a little regretful. I rejected you too early. It seems like you can be my baby, which is not bad. Just cling to me like a child and rely on me."
"Anyou, baby?"
When I called out this title for the first time, my ears felt hot and my cheeks felt flushed.
Scotland was glad that An You was not awake and could not hear his voice.
After shouting it out, everything went much more smoothly. As long as he got over the hurdle in his heart, it became an outlet for his emotions.
Scotland held the person tighter. Only at this time, where An You couldn't see, did he have the courage to show his gentleness that was violent to death.
Hidden emotions are like a candle flame in the dark, swaying and hazy.
I don't want to burden him, nor do I want him to be hurt by others.
I clearly want to get closer, but I don’t have the courage to say it.
Scotland sighed.
"You were the one who approached me at the beginning, and now you are the one who wants to stay away from me. How come you are so good at playing with people's hearts?"
The sleeping person naturally could not hear his voice, nor would he raise any objection to his questioning. He just breathed quietly.
Scotland reached out and pulled the sleeping man into his arms.
People who have no perception naturally cannot say no and can only remain silent.
Scotland hugged him tighter, the soft touch instantly filling his chest.
He looked at the person in his arms with drooping eyebrows and couldn't help but sigh.
"You were clearly close to me before, but now you're telling me that there was someone else who once occupied your life."
The person in his arms just silently endured his condemnation without saying a word.
"This is jealousy, isn't it? Is this my punishment? But I really can't be involved in your past."
Scotland's arms folded, "What can I do to keep you?"
The body in his arms just kicked him once after being squeezed, but the force was not painful at all.
An You's sleeping position was relatively stable, with her short, fine hair sticking to her face. She seemed to feel restrained and struggled slightly.
The quilt fell off a little, revealing the porcelain white collarbone under the pajamas.
It was a cold white skin, healthy and smooth, as clean as snow.
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