Chapter 35 Chapter 35 Is it uncomfortable in your arms?
When Scotland heard the reminder, it was too late. He was suddenly splashed with water while he was thinking. The cool water droplets dripped down his eyelashes. He looked up at the culprit. An You was laughing in the water with his head tilted back.
"You wouldn't believe it, Scotland, but I'm a swimming genius. Let me show you the swimming skills I've learned since I was a child."
Scotland blinked. "That's a blessing, to be able to admire your swimming form."
There was only one cheerful figure in the mountain spring pool, doing dog paddling in the water, creating waves.
Scotland warned on the shore: "Be careful, don't move so violently, be careful of leg cramps."
Just as he finished speaking, the noise of the splashing water over there intensified, directly splashing the river water onto the shore, soaking the stones and the clothes on them. Scotland escaped the disaster because he was not standing on the stones. He looked at the shore and said: "Your clothes are wet."
Scotland picked up the white suit. An You was very vain and he paid special attention to maintaining his image.
His daily routine is to get up early and admire himself in the mirror for ten minutes. Scotland has become accustomed to him keeping himself handsome at all times.
When it was confirmed that he would go out with me often, the first thing he did was to buy him new clothes, and Scotland naturally gave him full financial support.
But the clothes that he once cherished the most were thrown on the ground. Scotland sighed, picked up the clothes and hung them on the stones to dry.
I feel like a live-in babysitter with a naughty child. What do I do if my child is a little off-kilter? I can only spoil him.
Looking back at An You's smiling face, I felt that all the bad feelings had disappeared. I could only helplessly remind her, "Be careful, don't swim too deep."
Scotland sat down in a nearby pavilion and followed him with his eyes the entire time.
Anyou was happily enjoying her freedom in the water. When she turned around, Scotland's gaze was gentle, even softer than the water beneath her.
He was half lying on the fence of the pavilion, supporting himself with his arms, his eyes seemingly fixed on the nearby scenery, but he was very sharp, or perhaps his mind never wandered far away.
Noticing the gaze here, Scotland immediately turned around and smiled at him warmly.
As always, she is calm, gentle, and reserved, which are completely opposite qualities to him.
Scotland asked, "What's wrong?"
An You shook her head.
How could Scotland be the kind of awful adult that Zhu Xingdai described? He said he had feelings for him, and now it seemed Scotland was even more reserved than him. How could such a reserved person possibly be in the situation he described?
Mr. Moroboshi, this misunderstanding must be caused by not understanding the Scottish character.
However, just as he was about to continue swimming, he felt a sharp pain in his calf, so much so that his face was distorted.
He couldn't help but cry out in pain, and soon he saw Scotland's worried face, "What's wrong?"
An You floated in the water, "My legs are cramping."
Scotland: "Give me your hand. Come up first."
After being pulled out of the water by Scotland, he sat on the hot rocks, wet all over, wearing the blue coat that Scotland handed to him.
He felt waves of pain in the middle of his legs. He looked down and saw Scotland massaging his muscles with skillful techniques.
The pain slowly dissipated. An You was curious about Scotland's knowledge of first aid. "Scotland, why do you know this?"
Scotland laughed, "When I was little, a friend of mine got hurt often. In order to learn some first aid methods, I read some relevant information."
An You looked down at him, "Is it a girl?"
Scotland was stunned, "How is that possible? He's a boy like me."
An You stared at Scotland's eyes, as if trying to see something different from him, but it seemed that Scotland didn't do anything extreme, and was just getting along normally.
I replied casually: "Oh, your friend is very lucky to have met such a kind person like you. Damn, why wasn't that friend me? Then I could also see little Scotland bandaging my wounds."
Scotland blushed, "Ahem. It's not lucky or unlucky, it's just that we met and got along well, so we became good friends. Even though we didn't know each other when we were young, it was a pleasant surprise to know each other as adults. And now I'm also helping you with first aid."
After massaging the muscles and bones, Scotland looked up and was unexpectedly surprised to see the snow-white skin. His clothes were still a little too big for Anyou, as Anyou's figure was more on the thin side.
Her skin glowed whiter under the sunlight, and was wrapped in her clothes. This posture was really very suggestive, but An You was completely unaware of it.
An You picked up the clothes by the river, turned around and moved a little too much, and the clothes fell to her waist.
The clothes were quickly picked up by another pair of hands, put back on him, and zipped up.
Suddenly wrapped tightly, An You discovered Scotland's embarrassment.
He put his face closer and observed carefully, and then he learned, "Scotland, you have a nosebleed!"
Scotland explained weakly, "It's because the weather is too dry."
"It seems so. It's better to stop the bleeding first."
An You frantically lifted Scotland's arm to help stop the bleeding. When the blood finally stopped flowing and she could breathe a sigh of relief, she sat down on the stone and started to put on her clothes.
There was a rustling sound in the woods, as if someone was watching them from behind. An You looked up alertly. "Who's there?"
"Stop, don't run!"
When I got closer, I saw a blurry figure. He was wearing black clothes and a loose, ill-fitting robe. A savage?
No, it looks like a bald man, that is a monk, from the temple at the foot of the mountain, but why is he hiding?
An You called out, "Hey, don't run away! We are pilgrims from the temple, not bad people. Are you a monk from the temple?"
After hearing his words, the old monk did not stop, but turned around and grabbed something long and thin from the tree and threw it towards An You.
The slender object was thrown to An You's feet and twisted its body on the ground. It turned out to be a living snake.
An You was so scared that he jumped up, turned around and ran back, not daring to chase any further.
Scotland followed closely, seeming a little surprised by Anyou's reaction. He grabbed Anyou's arm and asked, "What's wrong?"
An You shuddered as if an electric shock had passed through her body. "That man was an elderly monk. Not only did he not turn back when I told him to, he actually ran away even faster."
Scotland pondered: "He is very likely the subject of our investigation this time, Yamamoto Kuma."
An You: "But that person actually caught a snake with his bare hands, just to drive me away. He's a ruthless person. I was scared to death and almost lost my life."
Scotland's expression changed, "Are you hurt?"
An You shook her head. "No, luckily my reaction is as good as anyone else's. I don't know where he ran off to."
Scotland: "Don't think about it, I'll take care of this."
Scotland and Zhu Xingda told each other about the situation here and learned about the current situation of the temple. Zhu Xingda also encountered trouble. A group of bandits attacked the temple and were looking for the location of the treasure.
An You: "So it wasn't us who alarmed the monk. It was the bandits down the mountain who made him mistakenly think it was our work."
Scotland nodded, "That's right."
An You curled her lips, "What an unexpected disaster."
"We came here following the bandits. They are the middlemen."
An You: "Then it's not an unprovoked disaster, it's what we deserve."
Scotland laughed, "Of course not, it's just that we have the same goal, and there will probably be more competitors. I hope Zhu Xingda can make it through this."
An You was curious: "What if you can't make it?"
Scotland: "Probably because he was injured. But since he's a new sniper, if he doesn't even have this level of crisis management skills, he'll be even less capable of handling the subsequent missions."
The time spent in the mountains is always short.
They would have to leave soon, the sunset glowing in the sky was dazzling.
Fortunately, they were familiar with the mountain road, so they could go down much faster.
Standing halfway up the mountain, the night here is not completely dark. The lights in the temple at the foot of the mountain are on. Suddenly, a roar sounded in my ears, and the scene in front of me became extremely bright. Countless gorgeous, colorful fireworks flew into the sky.
An You stopped and said, "Wow, fireworks are already being set off before the New Year. A handful of fireworks in the mountains and the police are here..."
Scotland said helplessly: "It's a fireworks display, probably set off by a nearby hotel."
An You: "It's so bright, let's admire it for a while before leaving."
Scotland readily agreed, "No problem."
The fireworks lasted for a long time. An You didn't expect that this was actually a pleasant surprise, so she sat on the ground.
The night was slightly cool, and Master An You, who was good at enjoying himself, half-lay down, propping up his head to admire the view. There was a slope in front of him.
He doesn't need to worry about anyone harming him, because Scotland is behind him.
An You: "Wait, you mentioned the hotel just now, so we can stay in a hotel tonight, right?"
Scotland patted his head and said, "Thank you for your hard work. If the mission goes smoothly, we can even go home directly. I wonder how his investigation is going."
The hands on his head were still fiddling with his hair, as if petting a small animal.
An You nodded in agreement. "It's good to go home. Although a vacation in the mountains is nice, the accommodations in the temple are terrible. It's not comfortable to lie down."
Scotland's hand paused, and a soft voice drifted into his ears, "Do you feel uncomfortable sleeping in my arms?"
Even though the sound of fireworks outside was particularly obvious, An You could still hear the whispers nearby. The voices were very soft, like a gentle breeze lingering around her. An You's heart slowly rose to her chest. For some reason, she felt that this topic was a bit ambiguous.
"No, Scotland is very good when cushioned, but it doesn't feel good."
Scotland: "What's wrong with that? Do you hate me?"
An You was embarrassed: "No, absolutely not!"
Scotland chuckled, "Did you sleep well then?"
Here’s the question again, why is Scotland so obsessed with this answer.
An You turned his head angrily towards Scotland, trying to protest with his eyes, but he expected to see a face that was trying to mean him harm.
Unexpectedly, in the starry night sky, I only saw Scotland with gentle eyebrows and eyes. His expression was focused and serious, and only his pair of clear blue eyes were particularly eye-catching. There seemed to be endless tolerance and concern in those eyes.
An You calmed down under his gaze and murmured softly, "It's actually quite... comfortable. Scotland's embrace is very soft."
Although his voice was very soft, Scotland could still hear it clearly at close range. He chuckled and seemed to be very satisfied with the answer.
Scotland hung his head, "When you get home, would you consider coming back to sleep?"
An You thought about it and realized that it must be referring to the fact that he and Scotland had been resting in separate rooms recently.
But he didn't want that. It was okay for two grown men to rest together occasionally, but if it continued for a long time, they would have no personal space left.
An You turned her head away: "Not good."
Scotland didn't ask the reason, nor did he make things difficult for him. He put his hand on his shoulder and silently accompanied him to watch the fireworks display.
An You was not sensitive to the surrounding environment, and suddenly a cold wind blew.
He was pushed away and rolled on the ground for a distance. The air was filled with the smell of blood.
There is no pain in one's body, that is Scotland.
An You immediately groped in Scotland's direction and asked, "Scotland, are you hurt?"
Scotland's suppressed gasp came, "I'm fine."
That means something is wrong. He can even smell the strong smell of blood on Scotland.
The fireworks in the sky were still blooming, and under the bright fireworks, he saw the man standing behind him.
The other person was wearing a black monk's robe and holding a knife that gleamed with cold light. The tip of the knife was pointed at him.
Scotland's voice was anxious: "Be careful."
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