Chapter 47 Chapter 47 Bourbon, give me a sip...
The voice startled An You, as he woke up so quickly, unexpectedly outside his planned time.
An You remained silent. The man moved a bit and sat up from the sofa. Perhaps realizing he was trapped, he asked in a cold and aggressive voice, "Why aren't you talking?"
It's not that I didn't say anything, the truth was that I was dumbfounded and had no idea how to face the aggressive Bourbon.
Bourbon seemed to be running out of patience. "You locked me up. What on earth do you want to do?"
An You coughed twice, then raised her hoarse voice like a gong, imitating the voice of a villain from a TV drama. "Haha, this new guy looks strong and healthy. Next time, I'll sell you off to someone else as a laborer."
Bourbon was quiet for a moment. "Are you a human trafficker?"
An You: "Now you know how terrifying I am. For the sake of your life, it's better for you to obey me obediently."
Bourbon was silent for a moment.
Seeing how obedient he was, An You felt very proud. He thought that there would come a day when this guy would be obedient and let herself be manipulated.
"From now on, I'm going to take a shower and welcome my perfect weekend. You just sit here and wait for me. Got it?"
With that, An You stepped on his slippers and headed for the bathroom with a swagger. His courage surged, and he lost track of the world.
He didn't notice the obstacle in front of him, and was tripped by a sudden foot. An You suddenly fell on Bourbon's thigh.
"Oh my gosh."
Oops, I think I didn’t clamp it just now.
It's embarrassing.
"Cough cough." An You coughed twice, trying to cover up her carelessness.
Fortunately, Bourbon didn't seem to notice.
The sound of water rustling could be heard in the bathroom. Bourbon, who was sitting on the sofa with his hands tied and his eyes blindfolded, had a faint smile on his lips.
"I love taking a bath, it's so nice to take a bath." The bathroom singer who sang while taking a bath finally completed his bathing task and returned to Bourbon in his pajamas.
Very good, the person is still there.
It seems that the handcuffs I borrowed from my eldest brother's house are of good quality.
Sitting next to Bourbon, An You naturally turned on the TV.
Catch up on the most popular cartoons at the moment, Detective xx, M28 Afterimage xx movie version.
With snacks in hand and a bourbon servant waiting to absorb your pheromones, these days are so wonderful!
Bourbon sensed his approach, his voice still cold, "When are you going to let me go?"
An You pinched her throat, "Wait until I feel better. Don't worry, brother, help me achieve my ambitions, and I will help you see the light!"
Bourbon sneered, "If you were planning on releasing me, you wouldn't have kidnapped me in the first place, right?"
An You: "That makes sense. I give you a thumbs up."
Bourbon: “…”
It seemed like there was no way I could communicate with him. He had his own rhythm. Forget it.
In the time it takes to shower, the lingering pheromones on his body have completely dissipated. He needs to inhale more of the aroma, preferably as strong as the air everywhere, enveloping him. His inhalation and exhalation are filled with the aroma of coffee and caramel, so sweet that he enjoys licking the air at any time.
No matter if it works or not, make a wish first, just in case it comes true.
System: [Who are you making a wish with? ]
An You: [Of course it’s the Lord! ]
After making the wish, An You grabbed Bourbon's collar and rubbed it against his collarbone, smelling the sweet pheromones. Yay!
Bourbon's breathing stagnated, and the rise and fall of his chest became noticeably heavier. He said in a strange voice, "What are you doing?"
An Youshiji Niangniang's tone, patted his chest to comfort him, "Take a breath, don't worry, I can swear to heaven that I am a good person."
After the filming, An You lay in Bourbon's arms, watching cartoons while stuffing potato chips into her mouth. Occasionally, when she thought of Bourbon, she would hand him some potato chips.
Bourbon didn't refuse the food that was fed to his mouth, which means he also likes the snacks he bought.
So in the living room, the two of them ate and watched, taking turns taking bites, but Bourbon's eyes were blindfolded.
His limited field of vision meant that he couldn't see anything and could only listen to the sounds to judge what was happening.
After eating the potato chips and yogurt, An You put a straw in the yogurt bottle and took a sip herself.
I was so focused on the plot of the animation that I didn't notice and passed the yogurt over. I soon found something wrong.
Isn't this his personal milk? How did Bourbon drink it?
Could it be that the two of them were kissing indirectly?!
What a joke!!
An You stared at the yogurt in silence for a while, then simply fed it all to Bourbon and opened another bottle for herself.
After drinking the same thing over and over again, Bourbon finally seemed to understand something. "Is this what you left?"
An You, "What are you talking about? This is specially prepared for you. Dalang, it's pure natural yogurt, very nutritious, drink it quickly!!!"
Bourbon was forced to drink the strange drink, coughed twice and asked, "Green grape yogurt? You like this?"
An You said perfunctorily: "Hmm, hush, the key plot is coming, keep quiet..."
Only at this time did An You understand the good intentions of the game system. Such a happy day should be provided to players for their enjoyment sooner.
The double enjoyment of mind and body, a natural pillow and a male servant who can extract pheromones anytime and anywhere, and most importantly, he can watch anime to his heart's content.
No wonder it’s called a sweet weekend, this weekend was indeed a pleasant one.
I don’t know whether Bourbon is happy or not, but he is extremely happy.
Originally, she was simply leaning against his shoulder, but gradually, An You had completely tilted her body in Bourbon's arms, feeling a little uncomfortable. An You patted her partner's chest, "Hey, stretch your muscles a little, Mr. Pillow, you're so stiff all over, how can you lie down?!"
Hearing Anyou's words, Bourbon adjusted his posture helplessly, "Ah, is this better?"
"I can't take it anymore. I get sleepy just watching the reasoning. You must be a hypnotist. I'll use your pillow to sleep for a while. Remember to call me to watch the finale later."
The man beneath her hesitated for a moment, "This isn't appropriate. We're just strangers."
An You thought of her own personality.
"Stranger, that's true, but I'm the robber. You can't reason with a robber!!"
Bourbon: “…”
Bourbon's wrists were locked, but his hearing was excellent. The cartoon was still playing on the TV, and it was so quiet that the only sound he could hear was the breathing in his chest.
At this moment, all the senses of the body seemed to be concentrated. The short furry hair on the neck occasionally scratched his face, bringing a delicate touch, and the fragrance of shower gel filled his nostrils.
The heavy weight of the person pressing on him, curled up in a ball at his shoulder socket, had no effect on him at all.
Bourbon moved his legs, but he didn't wake up. He seemed to be sleeping very comfortably. The person lying on him had a low body temperature, but his skin felt soft.
Hearing the ending theme of the cartoon and the deep breathing of the 'kidnapper' in his ears, Bourbon thought for a while and decided not to wake him up.
I fumbled on the sofa, found the remote control, and turned off the TV. Since I was going to sleep, it would be better not to make any extra noise to disturb my sleep.
The length of the sofa is over 2.2 meters and the width is about 1.5 meters, which is equivalent to a small reclining bed.
Bourbon took up most of the area, with another one stuffed in his arms. The space was completely sufficient, yet a little crowded. However, this little bit of crowding made them stick closer and more inseparable.
Bourbon was exhausted physically and mentally after working non-stop for several days, so he closed his eyes. Although he had been secretly captured, he should at least take a break.
…
Bourbon was awakened by the pain in his chest. As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt someone bite his shoulder again, and it was very painful.
She buried her head in the crook of his shoulder, rubbing against him.
Bourbon: "What are you doing?"
The person on his body rustled. "I must be sick. I actually saw a piece of dark chocolate cake talking to me. It smells so good. It's so delicious. I'm going to nibble on it."
Bourbon: "Are you still dreaming? I'm not food and I can't be eaten. Hiss." As he spoke, he was bitten again. No matter how good his temper is, he can't help but feel resentful. Is this kid born in the year of the dog?
He raised his leg, and the person who was sleeping on him slid down like a mountain slide to Bourbon's waist.
An You also woke up in this turbulence.
"Ber, what happened, an earthquake?"
He frantically grabbed the nearest white shirt, opened his confused eyes, and looked at the table. It wasn't swaying around. Then he looked at the bourbon underneath. He was shocked when he saw it.
When did his white shirt become so tattered and torn, revealing his brown skin? What was the point of being naked like this? Another way of showing off his body?
"What are you doing? Who are you showing off to by dressing like this so early in the morning? Behave yourself!"
Bourbon: "...You tore off the clothes while you were sleeping."
The CPU in Anyou's brain has burned out.
An You refused to believe it and tried to explain herself: "Don't accuse me, how could I not know?"
Then he secretly asked the system, "Please judge for yourself. This guy is always doing nothing and wrongly accusing me!"
System: [You indeed picked it up while you were asleep.]
An You: “…”
Oh no, he's become a pervert. When did he become like this? Please give him a reasonable explanation.
An You's voice was filled with guilt as she argued, "Well, if that's the case, then put it on quickly. Wrap yourself up tight and don't catch a cold!"
Just as he finished cleaning up and washing up, and pushed Bourbon out to the bathroom, An You started his DIY cooking. The smoke mixed with the heat and he began to stir-fry. The tinkling of candlesticks in the kitchen sounded like some kind of symphony.
An You skillfully stir-fried the food, but she never expected that she had brought Bourbon home and had to be responsible for his three meals a day. If she had known this, she would have handcuffed Bourbon and let him cook.
But if you don't torture him, your own safety cannot be guaranteed.
After much thought, I decided to do it myself.
Anyou brought the charred Japanese food and handed the spoon to Bourbon's mouth, "This is specially prepared for you. You eat it first, and if you can't finish it, give it to the dog."
Bourbon smelled something burning and sighed.
Just after feeding Bourbon, An You went to the dog cage to feed the dog.
An You was surprised when she heard the doorbell suddenly. Her villa shouldn't be that busy, so why was there someone visiting so early in the morning?
After An You opened the door, she looked at the person who came.
"Sue, Scotland?!"
A young man in blue stood at his door, a look of guilt on his face. "Sorry, did I disturb you just now?"
An You was afraid that her voice would be heard by Bourbon, so she lowered her voice quickly: "Wait a minute, Scotland, why did you want to come to my house?!"
"Ah..." Scotland's reserved expression hadn't completely faded, and he scratched his head a little embarrassedly. "Well, I just wanted to come see you. I was worried that you weren't living alone and didn't have enough to eat or wear warmly. I brought some homemade sandwiches to replenish your energy."
An You: "...Uh, prepared this for me?"
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