Chapter 31 Chapter 31 Bourbon is impotent!
He didn't expect that even though he was at home, he still had to cook for the guests, but he was really not good at cooking.
He was worried that the Japanese cuisine he made was too dark and might randomly poison a member of the organization, reducing the organization's already meager combat power.
For the sake of everyone's health, An You decided to burden the guests with cooking. At least no one would poison themselves.
Bourbon's cooking technique looks familiar. I feel like I've seen this process somewhere before.
After lunch, I had nothing to do.
An You decided to play the role of a host.
An You waved shyly, "I don't have anything to treat you, so I'll just treat you. Let's watch TV together and take a break."
Bourbon's expression remained calm, without even the slightest change. He simply accepted his proposal calmly: "Okay."
An You found a lot of snacks and rested on the sofa with the snacks in her arms.
The sofa space was limited, Bourbon occupied half of it, and the remaining half was occupied by Anyou, who was half lying on the edge of the sofa, curled up her legs and climbed onto the sofa.
The TV drama channel I was watching was actually news-related, which was a bit boring.
"What do you want to see?" a sudden voice sounded.
"What?"
Bourbon: "Do you have a favorite channel? You don't seem interested in this."
An You: "Aren't you going to watch it?"
Bourbon: "I can watch anything."
An You hugged the pillow tightly in her arms and nodded, "Then let's watch the children's channel."
"OK."
Bourbon nodded.
I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. I thought Bourbon didn't want to see this.
The children's channel is a very magical channel. Children can't understand it, but adults understand too much after watching it, and they report it every few days.
Sure enough, this channel is suitable for college students. It is childish enough, easy to understand and not tiring for the brain.
Originally, An You was still hesitant to watch it, after all, there were only two of them at home, and it felt very dangerous.
However, as the plot deepens, Bourbon and the Black Organization are not as important as his cartoons.
An You saw the super exciting scene and said: "Go, little Superman."
In his blind spot, Bourbon had been observing him and discovered a problem.
The other party had no anti-reconnaissance awareness at all. I had been watching him for so long, but he didn't notice anything.
Her original sitting posture was quite upright, but later she just relaxed and curled up on the sofa with her legs curled up. An You looked like she had just gotten up, her hair was still a little curly. She was awake except for meal times, so she probably slept until noon.
No wonder Scotland kept it a secret and tried every possible way to give hints and reminders.
Bourbon naturally knew what Scotland meant and hoped someone would look after Anyou.
Just take care of him. Anyway, he acts in a mysterious way and no one knows what he does.
This young master had a very poor sense of defense. He had just moved out of Scotland, and without even hesitation, he opened the door and let him in. What if he had bad intentions?
What if he and Scotland were actually in a hostile relationship? An You didn't even bother to find out and instead invited the wolf into the house.
It's really a headache.
An You seemed to have seen the funny part and was laughing so hard. His facial features were actually quite handsome and he looked particularly young.
When she is serious, there is a hint of coldness between her eyebrows and eyes, but when she smiles, her lively and lively aura is particularly obvious. Her red lips and white teeth are eye-catching.
The curled up An You gradually stretched out his body. He was wearing white pajamas and his shorts rolled up to his thighs. His skin was very white, a healthy cool white.
The toes were also round, white and translucent, inexplicably reminding people of pearls. The ankle was so slender that one hand could hold it, and the veins were very obvious. As she was thinking about it, she actually grabbed his ankle as if possessed.
My first reaction was that it was very cold, as if it had been soaked in snow water.
When I held it in my palm, I noticed that the cold white skin formed an extreme color difference with my own skin color, like snow drifting in from the desert.
Seeing that he had nowhere to put his feet, Bourbon grabbed his ankles and prepared to move them.
Unexpectedly, a kick came towards me.
"Hmm."
An You was startled by the touch on her ankle, thinking it was an insect invasion, and subconsciously kicked it.
Now seeing Bourbon bent over, he thought that he might have gotten into trouble. He vaguely realized a serious problem. It seemed that he had kicked a man in a very important position just now.
In this position, the worst case scenario is hospitalization, and the worst case scenario is death. When I think of this colleague who I have only worked with for a few days and who has no descendants, I feel a surge of fear and regret.
Although he sometimes seemed to be at odds with others, he never had any intention of harming anyone.
An You was in a panic, wanting to help, but due to personal privacy, she stopped awkwardly in mid-air, and finally landed on her knees, then got down obediently: "Are you okay?"
Bourbon squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Not bad."
An You: "Ahem, we're both men, I understand your difficulties, there's no need to be tough with me. You must be in pain, I'll take you to see a doctor!"
Bourbon looked up and asked, "What excuse do you think would be appropriate for seeing a doctor?"
An You: "Just tell the truth. The doctor won't laugh at anyone. Besides, I'm a little worried that I'll ruin your happiness for the rest of your life."
Bourbon: “It’s not that far yet.”
An You: "What are you talking about? This is a very serious matter. If I cause you to become impotent in the future, I will be guilty of a great crime."
Bourbon was stunned for a moment before he realized what he meant.
His face turned blue and purple, "Are you worried that I'm impotent?"
An You shook her head. "It's not me who's worried, it's you who should be worried. I tried my best to persuade you to go to the hospital. If you miss the checkup and it affects your happiness for the rest of your life, and your lover is unhappy with you, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
Bourbon felt a mixture of emotions. What was going on? Where was his ability to connect the dots? He had only bent down, it seemed, and there wasn't any other movement.
Bourbon straightened up. "It was just a kick to the bone. What were you thinking?"
An You's eyes widened in shock: "Huh, so that's not where the injury is?"
He glanced over and took a look at Bourbon's thighs. There was nothing unusual about his grey suit trousers, they looked the same as usual. He just glanced at them and then looked away, after all, it was still a bit embarrassing.
Bourbon narrowed his eyes, followed his gaze, and instantly understood why he was so nervous.
And those strange remarks also found reasons.
It turned out that the other party misunderstood the location of his injury, thinking it was a private part, although he was only hit on the pubic bone.
Bourbon: "Where do you hope it is?"
An You looked up and said, "Nowhere. I really don't want to carry you to the hospital and tell the doctor that your injury is because of me."
An You: "Since you didn't suffer a fatal injury, I don't need to make a large-scale confession. Okay, I'll release you without charge."
The corners of Bourbon's mouth twitched, and he felt a little dizzy. What kind of train of thought was going on?
Bourbon stood up and prepared to leave, "Since you've already had lunch, I'm going to go back too."
An You grabbed the corner of his clothes and reminded him seriously again: "Hey, do you really not need to see a doctor? I remind you again, if you leave here, I will not be responsible. I will not admit your impotence in the future."
Bourbon looked like he was gritting his teeth, his gaze lowered, and the last thing he looked at seemed to be his own hands. But what was so beautiful about hands? An You didn't understand.
Bourbon retracted his gaze. "No, I don't have any problem. By the way, don't go out at night. Scotland might be back late. You should make sure to go to bed early and don't stay up late."
An You was puzzled, "Why are you suddenly saying this? Could it be that Scotland doesn't plan to come back tonight?"
Bourbon: "I don't know. Anyway, just be honest and stay at home quietly. Tokyo is very dangerous at night. Don't go out alone. Go to bed early. It will help your health."
An You was puzzled as to why she suddenly cared about his health. In the end, she watched him leave and just let him go.
After Bourbon left, the room fell into silence. Although Bourbon had not said a word before, at least there was a figure accompanying him, making it less boring.
Although cartoons are fun to watch, they can get boring if you watch them for three or four hours straight.
An You looked out the window and felt that he needed to go out for a walk. He was familiar with the organization's route.
As for Bourbon's arrangements, he ignored Bourbon's advice without hesitation, such as not going out alone. He treated him as a three-year-old child and was being so nosy.
I arrived at the base without any obstructions and happened to see a familiar figure in the conference room.
The long silver hair falls on the shoulders, and the sharp and indifferent eyebrows make it a face with extremely masculine characteristics. Even with long hair, it cannot reduce the strong cold characteristics on the body.
An You thought, this big brother Gin couldn't be living in the base. He was willing to stay in this base with few people often.
That wasn't right. Other snipers would occasionally come here for training. Medical research was also conducted here, though he had never delved into it.
But the eldest brother was a little strange today. I didn’t know what he was thinking about. He was completely focused.
Smoke curled up, and pure white smoke filled the air.
There is actually a hint of melancholy.
An You, who never understood romance, spoke curiously, "Brother, what are you doing? Acting like a "Shamatte" and looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle? Is this the legendary bright sadness?"
Gin glanced sideways, his face pale beneath his long silver hair, the same white as the painted walls of his house.
If you describe my eldest brother like this, he will easily get beaten, although he often thrives on the verge of being beaten.
However, he believed that his temper hadn't changed, and his brother's immunity had increased significantly. He didn't raise his gun to threaten him until he approached. His ability to control his emotions was getting better and better. It was worthy of praise.
And the eldest brother does look quite white.
An You felt like he was being slashed in the eyes, so cold that he almost sneezed. When he looked carefully, he found that it was only his elder brother's haggard face.
Seeing that his elder brother didn't say anything, An You felt itchy all over, and he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't try to kill himself.
So he quietly moved behind his elder brother.
"Brother, you have a very unique temperament, but you're a little over the age limit. Non-mainstream is a thing of the past. How about we try something more up-to-date? Maybe I can give you a flaming perm?"
He gently placed his hand on Gin's forehead and rubbed his hair, but of course it only lasted for a second.
The eldest brother raised his hand so quickly that An You didn't react at all. The cold object pressed against his head. An You, who was familiar with him, was about to say, "See you again, old friend."
Gin said in a faint voice: "Do you want to die?"
An You raised her evil paws and finally behaved herself for a moment, "I don't want to."
Gin asked again in a cold voice, "Are you free?"
An You: "It's okay, just a little boring, but luckily I met Big Brother. I'm not bored anymore."
Because he could mess with his eldest brother now, but he didn't dare say this out loud, fearing he would get beaten.
People like Brother Gin, who is in a high position and has great power, are tyrannical in the organization. People are used to it and will not tolerate provocations from others.
Every time An You provoked him, she felt like she was dancing on the head of the god of death.
The stimulation that penetrates deep into the bone marrow and the pressure of the overwhelming desire to survive make people instantly overwhelmed.
Actually, he is very naughty. If he is not disciplined for a day, he will tear the roof off the house.
Gin couldn't help but shoot him every time, but he forced himself to calm down and endure it, which made Anyou unable to stop watching.
He often sighed, "Brother, you have such patience, you will succeed in everything you do."
Gin finally looked up at him, with a burning cigarette butt still biting the corner of his mouth. The cigarette smoke flew into the air, merged with the air, and finally entered Anyou's respiratory tract.
An You, "Brother, I feel like I'm breathing your secondhand smoke."
Gin still ignored him, but picked up a box from the table and threw it on the table.
"Open it," he ordered.
An You leaned over and looked at the wooden box. There was a lock at the bottom, but it was not locked. She only needed to unscrew the lock and the box opened with a click. "What a mysterious thing."
He muttered something, but opened the box with his hands.
I was shocked when I opened it. It was a □□, with a pitch-black body and a smooth and stylish overall shape. Even if it was lying quietly in the box, people could sense the deadly danger.
Expensive guns are like a symbol of status. No wonder people are always flocking to them and are so keen on controlling power.
An You's eyes widened. He blinked his dry eyes and said uncertainly, "Is this for me?"
Gin lit a cigarette without looking up, but it seemed that he agreed.
Oh, there's nothing I can do about it. Big Brother is just like that, he'd be quiet and cool, and never speak. He's used to it.
An You excitedly rushed over and shook his big brother's shoulders to celebrate, "Thank you, big brother Gin, you are my real brother!"
"I always thought that the gift you mentioned before was a lie. I didn't expect the surprise to come so suddenly."
Just as he was about to pounce, a pair of large hands grabbed his shoulders, stopping his attack.
Those hands had distinct joints and blue veins bulging from exerting force. They were a very powerful pair of hands. They tightly gripped An You's shoulders, making him unable to move for a moment.
An You: “Uh.”
Gin explained in a cold voice, "My boss asked me to find it. He said you were interested in it. I happened to have a better understanding of this type of pistol, so I took the opportunity to help you choose it."
An You started to act, "That's fine too. I thought you were playing a trick on me. But next time you have a surprise like this, just tell me directly. No need to beat around the bush. I thought you were playing a trick on me at first. You know, I'm fragile and can't stand any deception or hurt."
Gin: "I don't know."
An You chose not to understand. He looked at □□ again. The more he looked at this brand new gift, the more satisfied he became. How could there be such a handsome pistol in the world?
"Brother, you have a really good eye. Anything that catches your eye must be good."
Gin replied calmly, "Yeah."
An You was holding the box happily, and suddenly remembered something, but she was not sure about it and needed his verification.
He circled around Gin, a mysterious look on his face.
Gin was annoyed by his stare, "What's the matter? Just say it directly if you have something to say. Don't look like you're hesitant to speak."
An You's face was serious. "Brother, I've always been curious about one thing. Where did you get the gun from?"
"In the hat, trouser pocket, sleeve, or some kind of magical space that can be summoned at any time?"
An You stepped forward fearlessly, adhering to the principle that truth requires more practice, and lifted Gin's wrist with his own hands.
She pulled open the sleeves of his windbreaker with both hands. The sleeves were wide and flat, and the fabric was soft. If you ask An You how he knew, it's because he put his face in to look!
Under the loose sleeves are strong palms with many calluses on the palms from training. Because he is wrapped in airtight coats all year round, the skin color of his arms is cold white, and his muscle lines are particularly smooth.
Of course it was empty.
Feeling the shallow breathing near his arm, Gin looked down.
Just when he was distracted, An You started to do something weird again. This time, she squinted her eyes and looked into his sleeves.
Gin is already a little tired, so let him do whatever he wants as long as it doesn't disturb him.
Gin glanced at Anyou and found a problem.
His figure was as thin as a bamboo, which made his head and cheeks smaller. He seemed to have more of a lightness than strength.
It's a body type that's perfect for being grabbed and completely locked in someone's arms, unable to break free.
He bent over, his soft short hair stuck to his cheeks, and his black hair made his skin look even brighter.
The sideburns on the ears are neat, and the veins on the neck are exposed. It can be seen that he pays great attention to his appearance.
The collar of his shirt fell, revealing his porcelain-white collarbone.
Gin looked down and was caught off guard by the bright red scenery under the clothes.
As if because of fear of heat, the collar of the shirt is opened very wide. It is not visible when standing, but it is revealed when bending over.
Gin stared for a while for no reason, and in that short second, his eyes greedily recorded everything.
He quickly realized something was wrong and shifted his gaze, while picking up An You with very skilled movements, as if he was picking up a cat or dog on the roadside.
Being thrown into the corner, An You finally didn't understand where he got the gun from.
Just as I was looking at the box again and again, I received a text message alert on my phone. I opened my phone to check and found that it was sent from Scotland.
Ask him what he is doing and whether he is waiting at home.
An You replied, [Not at home, I came to organize a trip. ]
Scotland asked him again, "Did you go out alone? It's not safe outside."
An You: [Of course not, I have Brother Gin with me, I'm safe.]
Scotland's tone seemed anxious. Wait a moment, I'll be there soon.
Gin saw him leaning on the table and interacting with his phone constantly, and he guessed who he was chatting with.
I don’t know what means that Scotland used to gain his trust and make him care so much.
Gin is in a bad mood now. He doesn't want to see Scotland's protective face at all, as if he is some kind of flower protector.
Gin got up and left without even saying hello. When Anyou looked up from her phone, she found that he was gone.
I don’t know why Brother Gin left in such a hurry again. Fortunately, I didn’t take it to heart.
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