Chapter 30 Chapter 30 Bourbon
Scotland followed the trace and saw the white nape of the neck with red fingerprints, the mark left by the gin.
Scotland instinctively disliked this, didn't like it about him, and didn't like the lack of social distance between him and gin.
Scotland reached out and rubbed the red marks, but found that it was of no use and it would take at least some time to disappear.
After a moment's silence, Scotland hugged the man tighter and bit the back of his shoulder.
He didn't use too much force, and didn't want to hurt An You, so he just picked out the soft spots and kept increasing the strength of his lips and teeth.
Scotland slowly let go after seeing the teeth marks left on it. The depression he felt after seeing the red skin and the marks left by himself made him feel better.
Although these marks cannot last forever, at least he can leave a mark forever.
Scotland sighed and took a contented breath.
It's like humans who have absorbed enough of cats, full of energy and vigor.
Scotland stood up, covered him with the covers, and quietly left the room.
An You was sleeping soundly, not even noticing someone breaking into the room. She had a dreamless night and had a good rest.
The next morning, Scotland came in again and looked at An You who was still sleeping. His sleeping posture had gradually become crooked.
The quilt was rolled up, exposing his belly, and Scotland helped pull down his pajamas to prevent him from catching a cold.
Sitting on the bed, he asked softly, "Anyou, I'm going to organize a trip, do you want to come with me?"
An You, who was still dozing off, said: "Huh."
Scotland looked at him like this, and he didn't even open his eyes, so he was probably not conscious yet.
Scotland picked him up by the waist, lifted him out of the bed, and shook him again.
"Anyou? Do you want to come with me?"
An You half-opened her eyes and half-asleep, “Huh?”
Scotland kept repeating, "I'll organize a trip. Do you want to go?"
He took a second to process the early morning wake-up call, and another half a second to mobilize his language system. An You responded lazily, "No, don't go. I'm going to sleep."
Scotland saw that he was very sleepy and did not continue to bother him.
"I understand. I'll also take your letter of apology with you so you don't have to face Gin alone. Breakfast is ready and on the table. Remember to eat it. Don't be lazy and skip it."
Scotland put him back into the bed, and as expected, after touching the quilt, he seemed to lose consciousness and fell into a deeper sleep mode, unable to even make a sound in response.
Scotland stared at his sleeping face, which was quiet and peaceful, without a trace of sadness between his brows.
Scotland couldn't help himself, so he lowered his head and pecked a kiss on his forehead.
The cool hair brushed against his cheek.
"I'm sorry for waking you up just now. Get some rest, little angel."
Even so, An You did not wake up.
As for what Scotland said, it was a bunch of gibberish, and not a single word of it entered his consciousness.
After An You woke up, she stood in the bathroom to wash up. She subconsciously felt some pain in the back of her shoulders and neck, but unfortunately she couldn't see what was happening behind her.
He thought that he was scratched by the wall because he was not well asleep, but An You did not think about it too much. After all, he had thick skin and this little injury was not worth mentioning.
He said that in the wind and rain, this little pain was nothing.
I walked into the living room humming a song, and glanced at the clock. It was already eleven o'clock in the morning!
Ah, I slept until noon, no wonder I felt hungry.
But why didn't he see Scotland at this time? He usually called him to get up.
An You walked to the next room and knocked on the door. "Scotland?"
No sound.
"Scotland, are you there?"
There was no movement. An You walked around and found a note on the table in the living room. The handwriting looked familiar. It was left by Scotland.
It said that he went to the organization to help deliver a letter of apology, and he left very early, so he didn't wake up An You.
I also reminded him that there was breakfast on the table, and asked him not to skip breakfast after waking up because it was troublesome.
An You glanced at the table and saw a tray, milk, and homemade sandwich bread.
I sat down and took a bite of bread, and unexpectedly there were meat slices, vegetables and salad inside.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart that Scotland is really a sophisticated boy who always pays attention to the quality of life.
As expected, following the cook was the best life. He couldn't imagine how hungry he would be without Scotland.
There was a light click outside the door, and An You sat up quickly. She didn't want to eat anymore, Scotland had come home, and she was going to eat a better lunch directly. An You stepped on her slippers and went to open the door.
"Scotland."
Just as I was about to jump up to see what ingredients Scotland had bought, I unexpectedly bumped into someone.
The hard chest hit my nose so hard that it hurt. I looked along the arm and saw the person who opened the door.
Her chocolate-brown skin was revealed. Not Scotland.
The man standing at the door had an image and temperament completely different from Scotland. Compared to Scotland's quiet and gentle appearance, his eyes were obviously sharper and often defensive.
He has a youthful baby face, which makes him look younger, but he has a bad temper.
The person who opened the lock, Bourbon, was holding a bunch of keys in his hand.
He put one hand in his pocket, looked down, and just happened to meet An You's eyes.
An You: "Why are you here? Why are you coming to my house?"
Bourbon: "Your home?"
An You: "Home in Scotland."
Bourbon: "Can you let me in?"
An You: "What are you doing here? Scotland is not at home now."
Bourbon: "I know he's not home. Scotland asked me to come visit you. He's worried that you might starve to death at home. Please let me make you some lunch."
An You: “Huh?”
What does Scotland think he is, a stupid child?
The key is Bourbon, you still agreed! You worked so hard to come here just to make him a meal. What kind of hard work is this?
As he said that, Bourbon pushed the door open and walked in, walking past his roommate An You with dignity.
An You was suddenly shocked. Wait, why did they let him in?
Moreover, he looked relaxed. If you didn't know him, you would think he was very familiar with Scotland, even though they had only worked together a few times.
Scotland never kept his missions secret, so his partners all knew about it. As a sniper, Scotland seemed to act on his own.
Bourbon walked in, opened the refrigerator directly, and looked at what was inside. Vegetables and salmon were all prepared quite well.
That’s right, Jingguang is a person who loves life. He was very good at cooking when he was in the police academy. For dishes he has seen once, he can quickly master the techniques and get started quickly.
He was thinking about how to finish the dish.
His cooking skills were rather ordinary, but it wasn't something he couldn't try, as he had learned from Jing Guang before. Oftentimes, he just needed more practice.
Bourbon looked up and found An You still standing there, his mind wandering overseas.
Bourbon: "Why are you staring at me like that? And you're not saying anything."
An You subconsciously replied, "I have a bit of social anxiety."
Bourbon: “…”
If I tell this to others, will anyone really believe it? He won’t believe it anyway.
Bourbon observed for a while and had an idea. He chose to seek Anyou's opinion first: "How about salmon for lunch?"
An You raised her head: "Okay, okay."
Bourbon smiled.
When he wasn't smiling, he was particularly scary and impossible to approach. But when he smiled without any guard, the smile on his lips was truly sunny. "It seems that your social anxiety has been cured quite quickly."
An You was the best at making jokes, and she immediately replied, "Food heals everything."
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