Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Hold Him Tight and Long for Him
It wasn't just An You who noticed something was wrong. Scotland also noticed something was wrong. His voice was close by, "The mission target attacked ordinary people. The external environment has stimulated them."
An You was surprised. "Who is the target of the mission? Is it the thug from before?"
Scotland, "No, it's the group across the street. The people who provoked you just now were eager to retaliate, but they were too fragile and were easily defeated by the group."
The lights in the stage area flickered, then dimmed, until only the central chandelier remained, and the surroundings became dim.
Although the music continued, the frenzy in the center of the dance floor was beyond imagination.
An You realized something was wrong, but unfortunately his night vision was poor. Even if he enlarged his eyes, all he could see was a dark crowd.
In the dim light, An You subconsciously hugged Scotland, simply because she was so skilled.
Although it is not good to always rely on Scotland, it makes him seem useless.
But he is indeed not strong enough, and he is an unarmed college student, so it is better not to get involved in their affairs.
Moreover, the environment outside is not safe at all. It is dark and cold here. It is really warm around Scotland.
In the darkness, the voice of Dai Moroboshi was heard, "The target of the mission is leaving here, let's follow him."
Scotland replied, "Okay."
An You was led by Scotland's hand as they walked, and at the same time, he did not forget to call out to the crowd: "Be careful of the trampling, please let me pass."
It was pitch black all around. An You couldn't find the direction or the north, so she could only hold Scotland's arm and stumble out of the door.
When they were outside, under the light of the street lamp, An You realized something was wrong. He was timid and afraid of the dark, and had been clinging tightly to Scotland's arm. He had thrown the gift box aside. Fortunately, Scotland picked it up for him.
An You looked at the props in Scotland's hand and felt guilty for no reason.
As the owner of the gun, he only knew how to escape at the critical moment, which was too unreliable, so he silently took the Beretta from Scotland.
Zhu Xingda: "Keep following."
Scotland: "Yeah."
The two men in black avoided the crowd, went into the path between the trees, and ran all the way. An You followed them, but they didn't want to get too close to them for fear of being discovered.
I don't know what kind of physical condition those two people have. They ran for several kilometers without stopping. It seems that they are not close to their destination.
In that case, why not drive instead of running and exercising?
An You expressed her opinion curiously.
Scotland, "No, they're preventing tracking."
They ran until they were out of breath, and finally they stopped when the surroundings were no longer full of lights and wine, but the edge of a barren mountain.
In front of me is an ancient building and a cold Buddhist temple. The transaction takes place here. It is surprising that someone would trade goods in such a sacred place.
Scotland: "They were a group of habitual thieves. Word spread among them that there was a centenarian monk in the temple, Yamamoto Kuma. Everyone clearly witnessed his death and even buried him personally. However, the traces he left behind showed that he still had a huge fortune in the temple."
An You, "So the organization wants this wealth?"
Scotland, "I guess so, but the real surprise is that someone reportedly saw the deceased monk wandering around the Buddhist temple late at night."
An You touched her cold arm and said, "It's haunted."
Scotland, "It's hard to say. But this time, our mission is to investigate the secret of the old monk's resurrection. The investigation is more important than the treasure."
An You: "Does the organization believe in resurrection from the dead?"
Scotland nodded solemnly, "After all, this is a very bizarre incident. The organization attaches great importance to this mission. We will find out after the investigation is complete."
An You: "That's ridiculous. It's better to believe that I am Qin Shi Huang than to believe in resurrection from the dead!!"
An You and Scotland stared at the actions of the two people in front of them and found that they just said a few simple words and then left.
Scotland looked at the sky. The moon was rising in the west, which meant it was getting late. He then looked at An You, who was lying on his shoulder, yawning constantly and unable to open her eyes due to sleepiness.
My chest is filled with infinite heartache. If I had known, I would not have brought him out with me. He would have to sleep in the open air with me and couldn't even sleep well.
When I went on a mission, I was already used to having a reversed day and night schedule, but An You was not the one who should have been involved. Before this, he was still a leisurely student.
Scotland took out his cell phone to check, and found that the nearest accommodation was several kilometers away. He had no choice but to knock on the door of the Buddhist temple's room.
At this time, a young monk opened the door, still rubbing his eyes, and said, "Sir, how can I help you so late at night?"
Scotland, "I'm sorry to bother you so late at night, but we're lost in the mountains. It's late and the dew is heavy, and my friend is very sleepy. I wonder if we could stay for one night."
The monk glanced at them. There was grass debris stuck on their bodies, and it looked like they had indeed walked quite a distance.
"Monks should be compassionate. Since you are in trouble, I shouldn't just sit back and watch. Come in. There are two guest rooms available."
"Thank you very much."
After a brief exchange of greetings between Scotland and the monk, they came to the door of the two guest rooms.
Zhu Xingda: "How about we divide these two rooms?"
Scotland, "I'll give you the room next door. An You and I will be sharing a room, so I can take care of him at night."
Zhu Xingda twitched his lips. What did a man need to be taken care of? Scotland was really confused, but he didn't like to care about nothing, so he nodded and turned to go to the next room.
Scotland embraced An You, who could barely open her eyes, and said, "Let's go in and have a good night's rest."
Scotland looked at the beds in the temple. The temple had been in disrepair for a long time, and the wooden beams had been corroded by wind and sun. The wooden bed had only a thin layer of bedding on the bed, and it felt hard just to lie on it.
Scotland straightened the quilt, and although it didn't help, at least it was a clean place to stay.
Before I could turn around to settle An You, I found that he had already lay down on the bed. Because he lay down directly, the back of his head even hit the hard bed board.
There was a thud sound.
Scotland took two steps at a time and quickly stepped forward. He held up his head with one hand, brushed aside his short black hair, and checked. Fortunately, he was not injured.
While feeling relieved, he also touched An You's nose and whispered softly.
"You're a bit wary, you didn't even look at where I took you. Should I say you're careless, or just don't care? You just went to sleep like that. Although I can understand that this is your absolute trust in me, is this really okay?"
After Scotland sighed, he bent down and his voice fell into Anyou's ears.
"Aren't you worried about me doing something else to you?"
Unfortunately, his voice was so soft that it couldn't reach a person who was so sleepy and lost.
The place where his back was lying was extremely cold and hard. Even someone like An You, who was used to sleeping on a small wooden bed in the school dormitory, was woken up by the hardness of the bed.
After lying in the new residence for about ten minutes, the pain in her back became unbearable and An You finally couldn't hold on any longer.
I got up with sleepy eyes and looked at the bed behind me. No wonder it felt like I was sleeping on a brick. It turned out that the hardness was almost the same.
An You looked up and scanned this ancient-style place. He felt a momentary blackout in his mind. Where did this gloomy old house come from?
Where did this go to? He had no impression of this place.
An You called out to the person in front, "Scotland, have we finally been kidnapped by Zhu Xing? Where is this?"
Scotland turned around when he heard the voice and said, "This is the guest room of the Buddhist temple for pilgrims to stay temporarily. We tracked down the target of our mission and came here. It's getting late, so we decided to stay here temporarily."
An You scratched her hair and said, "Oh."
Scotland, "What's wrong? Didn't sleep well?"
An You, "A little bit."
Although I am not used to sleeping on a hard bed, being sleepy is even more uncomfortable. There is no other place to force myself to sleep at this time, so I have to continue closing my sleepy eyes.
"Never mind, let's just make do with it. It's not like I can't sleep, but if I close my eyes nothing will happen."
Scotland saw him tossing and turning and guessed that he was not feeling well.
After cleaning the room, Scotland also lay down on the wooden bed with his clothes on.
When I actually lay on it, I realized that it was indeed not comfortable. Even with a quilt underneath, it was not as good as the carefully arranged residence at home.
Scotland pulled Anyou over and hugged him closer, letting him rest his head on half of his body and sleep in his arms to relieve his discomfort.
Sure enough, as soon as he lay in his arms, the person who was originally restless felt the comfortable sleeping environment and suddenly climbed onto him along the pole.
Scotland lowered his eyes, looking at the person who had burrowed into the crook of his neck. His sleeping face was quiet and peaceful. Just looking at him like this made his heart soften.
Scotland reached out and patted his back, helping him sleep more deeply.
Her palm unconsciously moved to stroke his back.
The butterfly bones on his back suddenly curved up, and it could be felt even through his clothes.
Scotland wondered how Anyou could be so thin at her age. Didn't she eat well?
The thin figure fell into his palm, and between his touches there was soft skin and distinct shoulder bones.
In the dim candlelight of the ancient temple, Scotland did not turn off the lights, but waited for the candles to go out naturally.
As the night deepened, the air in the long-uninhabited ancient temple grew even colder. Scotland stared at the Buddha statues enshrined high up. Those statues, each half an arm's height, stood quietly in their place.
With drooping eyebrows and a kind and gentle deity, although it is a reassuring statue, the overly quiet environment makes people feel a chill.
However, this chill seemed to have dissipated a lot because An You was in his arms.
There was only the chirping of insects outside the window. Not long after falling asleep, Scotland felt his arms loosen.
Scotland is a light sleeper, and snipers are always particularly sensitive to the external environment. Noticing that Anyou was about to wake up, Scotland also opened his eyes.
He lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
An You, "I'm thirsty, so thirsty, I woke up from thirst."
Scotland: "Maybe he drank too much beer in the bar, which led to dehydration. I'll go ask the owner if he has any drinking water."
An You nodded, and then noticed something unusual.
I was actually lying in Scotland's arms.
Use Scotland as a pillow.
An You's mind raced for a moment, and he suspected that he had abused Scotland while he was asleep.
A hint of disappointment flashed across those Scottish blue cat-like eyes, but it was then subdued. An You didn't seem to like men, so it wasn't appropriate to disturb him.
An You began to think, "Am I really that bad? Not only did I roll over on you in the middle of the night, but I also used you as a scapegoat. If I do this again next time, you can just wake me up and I'll be fine."
Scotland was stunned. "Oh, that's not the case. We'll both be more comfortable sleeping like this. At least we won't be sore all over when we wake up."
An You was a little skeptical. Could he really sleep well with such a cushion? But since Scotland said so, he didn't refute it.
Scotland watched as he licked his lips thirstily, his eyes dark.
Did he know that his action was particularly awkward?
As if she was very thirsty, An You stroked her hair impatiently.
He always had a refreshing youthful air about him, which was as clear as mint and had a cool feeling.
He is very handsome and attracts trouble wherever he goes, but he doesn't seem to be able to hide his halo because of this.
As for the admiring looks from others, they had nothing to do with him. He ignored them all as if he couldn't see them at all.
Even if I see it, I don't intend to take any action.
The feeling of falling flowers and flowing water being ruthless makes it even more attractive.
Scotland held down the man who was about to get out of bed to find water. "I'll go help you. Just be patient here for a while."
An You, "Okay, thanks Scotland, I want a cold drink."
Watching Scotland stand up, his strong shoulders and back showed his tall figure from years of exercise. His physique should have been oppressive, but it was suppressed by his gentle and soft demeanor and temperament.
An You narrowed his eyes and waited for a while. When he looked up, he suddenly saw a Buddha statue with a kind face. The clay sculpture was watching everything below with cold eyes.
From his perspective, the Buddha statue's eyes were half open and half closed.
He was so frightened that he jumped up from the bed.
"Where did this come from? Who puts a Buddha statue on their head when they sleep?"
Then I realized that this is a Buddhist place, so it is normal to store Buddha statues here.
It was just a little uneasy to put it on top of the head. An You stared at it for a while and couldn't help but move the Buddha statue slightly so that it faced the door instead of herself.
After a while, footsteps were heard outside the door. It was Scotland. He hadn't arrived yet, so he shouted to remind him, "I'm back." to prevent him from being scared.
An Youlian climbed up from the bed and took the boiled water handed to him by Scotland. The moist water temporarily relieved his thirst.
He drank it in a hurry, the water flowing down his smooth chin, across his neck, into his chest, and finally disappearing into his clothes.
Naturally, he didn't notice Scotland's obscure and scorching gaze behind him.
Those traces left by boiled water should be replaced by another type of water flow, which might be more appropriate.
After finishing the boiled water, An You sighed contentedly, "It's true that you need to drink water in time. I almost died of thirst in my sleep."
Scotland raised his hand to cover his mouth, as if he was angry, but there was more of an unshakable worry in his eyes.
"Don't say such unlucky words. I'm still by your side. This kind of thing won't happen."
An You blinked, "I didn't expect you to be quite superstitious for a Scot."
Scotland sighed, "It's not superstition, it's the gods above, don't lie."
An You looked closely at Scotland and found that he seemed even more sad when he sighed like this.
Although Scotland usually has a gentle look on his face, there is always an indelible melancholy, which is very faint and cannot be seen at all.
Only when he was alone with her could An You see something unusual, that he was hiding something in his heart.
It’s just that Scotland didn’t say anything, and they didn’t break it at close range.
It was not his intention to force other people's secrets into his sight.
"Scotland, your tone sounds like that of a monk. Scotland, are you going to be a monk? No, I heard that monks only eat vegetarian food. If they can't eat meat, we'll have to eat steamed buns."
Scotland was questioned by him and was speechless for a moment.
He looked at the face so close to him and couldn't help but scratch the tip of his nose with his knuckles.
The dry touch instantly spread across his fingertips.
After I did it, I realized what I had done, and sure enough, I also saw An You's expression.
Some of it is innocent, but more of it is trust, trust in yourself and any little intimate gesture.
He just wrinkled his nose slightly, still rubbing in front of her, staring at her eagerly. His eyes were bright and his lips were red.
Scotland lowered his eyes and said, "I won't become a monk. Don't think too much. Go to sleep. You can still rest for a while."
"oh."
Scotland took the cup from Anyou's hand and put it on the table before returning to the bed. Just as he looked up, he saw the Buddha statue facing him.
He asked, "The position of the Buddha statue has changed. Did you move it?"
An You rested her head on her arm and crossed her legs. "Of course, I couldn't sleep facing the top of my head. It felt like I was being watched, so I moved it."
Scotland nodded in understanding.
After the candle was blown out, Scotland groped in the dark and lay down beside Anyou. The darkness enveloped both of them. Scotland groped and stretched out his arms, holding Anyou, who was tossing and turning, in his arms.
An You was a little sleepy, and said lightly, "Hmm?"
Scotland was silent in the darkness for a while before he slowly explained, "This way it won't be so uncomfortable."
An You raised his head slightly at his shoulder, "What about you? It must be uncomfortable to be cushioned underneath."
Scotland, "No, my body is stronger than yours and I can't feel these hardnesses."
In Scotland's warm embrace, my body gradually relaxed.
Scotland patted Anyou's back gently and said softly like coaxing a child, "Go to sleep, have a good sleep, don't think too much."
An You leaned on Scotland's strong chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and felt sleepy even faster.
In this night, Scotland's embrace is like a safe haven, making An You feel extremely safe.
It feels like being back home in Scotland.
He slowly closed his eyes and fell into a sweet dream under Scotland's gentle comfort.
The temple was foggy at night, and the mist filled the windows, but the room was full of warmth and tranquility.
Feeling the calm breathing in his arms, Scotland closed his eyes, his vigilant nerves relaxed, and he slowly fell asleep.
A dim candle was lit in the temple, and the chirping of insects could be heard outside the window.
Scotland found himself with someone in his arms, who was lowering his head and kissing his porcelain collarbone.
The person who was impossible to approach in reality was now in the palm of his hand, being held by the waist and loved, with a snow-white body and shoulders against the wall behind him.
The Buddha statue hung high above their heads, with no expression of sadness or joy, as if watching them.
An You pushed his chest away, an expression of impatience on her face, her red lips opening and closing as she softly called his name.
"Scotland." The voice was intermittent, and the breath he exhaled was cold, like a cloud of mist, falling on his face, without any warmth.
Scotland cupped his cheek, thankfully it was warm.
After recovering temporarily, Scotland looked at An You with blurry eyes. Those eyes that usually couldn't hold anyone were now filled with grievances.
Her eyes were red and she looked at him aggrievedly, as if asking for more, stronger love from him, feeling both bitter and broken.
"Hold me tight and love me."
Scotland cupped his cheek, feeling his entire body burning hot.
It was like there was a fire hidden inside him, and he desperately needed to put it out, with thick love welling up in his chest.
He really wanted to ignore it now and give the other person more love in return with kisses and other ways.
Scotland pressed her lips against his, feeling her heart beating fast and her ears red as if bleeding. "I..."
"I'm so thirsty Scotland, give me all you have, I need you."
He heard the voice, like the call of a siren.
It's so charming that even though you know it's extremely dangerous, you can't help but get close to it and fall into it.
The red lips and tongue slowly opened in front of him, as if waiting to tempt the treasure seeker to possess them.
Scotland rubbed his lips, and the crimson lips immediately entangled with him and held his fingers.
In the soft mouth, the tip of the tongue stirred his fingers, An You's eyes were wet, and her raised cheeks were full of desire.
He couldn't help but kiss the lips in front of him. The rubbing of lips was filled with endless longing.
Dreams are empty and people are often aware that they are dreaming, but they cannot break free from it. They are always bound and self-destructive.
Scotland put his arm around Anyou's waist and said, "It would be nice if this could happen in real life."
"Although I feel sorry for you and have betrayed your trust, this is what I long for."
The person under Scotland's palm just looked at him in confusion, without any resistance, but just followed his wishes and stretched out his arms to hug his neck.
At this moment, Scotland's heart was filled with satisfaction and relief.
He gently hugged the person, feeling each other's body temperature, as if time had stopped at this moment.
The noisy organization seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them leaning on each other.
A gentle breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness, but it couldn't cool Scotland's hot cheeks.
His heart was beating wildly, and the man snuggled in his arms and whispered softly, making him intoxicated.
Even if such intimacy was just a dream of his, it became understandable, as if they could hug each other forever as long as he didn't wake up.
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