Chapter 38 Chapter 38 Wall-dong?
Scotland has a pair of blue eyes. Although he has an extraordinary face, his temperament is always light, calm and reserved.
Whenever he looked at her with a gentle smile, An You would always let down her guard.
It's like being immersed in a layer of pristine cotton, and even breathing feels free and relaxed.
Looking at those lowered blue eyes, the only thing that came to mind was, it's over, and I couldn't bring myself to refuse.
Scotland was injured because of him, so it seems that I have the obligation to take care of him.
An You ran into the bathroom, "Then just stand here and don't move. Wait for me for a few minutes, just a few minutes."
Su Ge La looked at the thin back, the figure of the young man exuded vitality.
"Sir Scotland, please come in, I will help you bathe."
An You stood at the door, looking welcoming. Scotland couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hands, as he knew it would be like this.
In the narrow space, An You held the shower head in her hand, her eyes awkwardly not knowing where to look. Scotland's back was strong and his muscles were clearly textured.
Even if An You didn't want to look, her figure always entered his field of vision from an unintentional angle.
Facing Scotland's body, broad shoulders and narrow waist, perfect inverted triangle proportions, well-proportioned bones and flesh, light skin, what a perfect body, what a broad shoulder and neck line, what a deep collarbone.
Water droplets wet An You's forehead, and he gritted his teeth in the waterline.
There was no appreciation in his eyes, only jealousy, and jealousy made him unrecognizable.
Who can tell him which gym to go to for quick results!
Get a mermaid line in three days and eight-pack abs in five days.
Scotland is nine heads tall, with broad shoulders and delicate collarbones that could almost hold a fish.
Especially the chest that looks elastic and soft, like the wetlands of the Nile River, where dry land is nourished by water, it is the birthplace of civilization and the starting point of life.
Not only does she have a nice chest, but I didn't expect she also has a thin layer of abdominal muscles.
He is the kind of person who can be called a cyber male bodhisattva just by looking at his figure.
If this figure is posted online, I wonder how many fitness enthusiasts will pay attention to it.
"A strong body and abundant energy and blood prove that the secretion of male hormones is vigorous, Scotland, tsk tsk tsk."
An You was admiring it and commenting on it when he was suddenly attacked by a shadow.
At first glance, An You seems to have such a broad mind.
The second look, burying my chest in anticipation of what sin.
Oh no, eyes, stop looking around. Pointing.
An You: "What are you doing? Why are you coming so close to show off your big pectoral muscles? I don't have them yet, but I'll have the chance to develop them in the future."
Scotland hummed in confusion and followed his gaze downwards, as if understanding something, "You're looking at my chest. Do you like me doing that?"
An You: "I don't like it. And don't say such weird things. I have goosebumps."
Scotland: "You say you don't like it, but you can't take your eyes off it."
An You suggested seriously, "If it weren't for your handsome face, Scotland, I'd doubt we'd be in some awkward situation."
Scotland was confused: "What is that?"
An You recalled carefully, and some images flashed through her mind: "Something rather strange, like a domineering CEO falling in love with a young master."
Scotland: "So I'm the boss?"
An You: "No, I might not be able to look you in the eye."
Scotland sighed, "Doesn't sound like a good story, I see."
An You moved away and planned to step back, but she didn't expect that there was a washbasin behind her, and the cold washbasin made her waist ache.
Scotland leaned over, his strong arms bracing themselves against the washstand, trapping him in a small space.
The only scent left between breaths was the cool fragrance of Scotland and the aroma of shower gel mixed in the air. Even though she could smell both scents at the same time, An You could still accurately identify the scent of Scotland.
As someone who has long been immersed in the aroma of Scottish sea salt, he is most familiar with this light fragrance.
It was precisely because of this familiarity that he never doubted Scotland's motives. His natural trust in Scotland prevented him from taking any extreme action even when Scotland cornered him.
Zhu Xingda's warning suddenly popped up in his mind. Although he was not willing to trust someone he had just met not long ago, at this moment, he had a little doubt for no reason. Could the seemingly gentle Scotland really be trusted?
Scotland bent his body, his neck was slender and white, with blue veins faintly visible under the translucent skin, and his light-colored lips were getting closer and closer.
This distance, this posture, always feels a little familiar, and the wall-dong scene automatically plays in my mind.
An You crossed her arms, raised her head and asked tentatively, "What did you want to do to me just now? Do you want to push me against the wall, or force me?"
Scotland raised an eyebrow in surprise, his hand brushing across Anyou's shoulder, "Let me get a dry towel."
The answer was different from what I imagined. I thought Scotland would do a strong wall-bang, but it turned out he just took a dry towel. Okay, it turns out I was just scaring myself.
Drops of water flowed down Scotland's face. An You stared at the direction of the water droplets and silently agreed, "Ah, oh."
Asami's breath came closer. Scotland lowered his eyes, his blue cat eyes filled with worry. "What's wrong? Did you just think of something? Can you tell me about it?"
An You, "I just felt that the atmosphere just now was a bit weird."
Scotland leaned closer, "Weird, why?"
When she looked up, she saw Scotland's handsome face. Being stared at by his warm and non-aggressive gaze, An You easily relaxed. "It's too close, it's a bit awkward."
Scotland, "Does being close to me mean you have to distance yourself from me?"
An You, "It's not that we're distant. It's more that you don't feel that our social distance is too close in your half-naked state."
Scotland's wet palm came up and landed on An You's face, helping him wipe away the water droplets on his forehead. "If you don't like this, I will pay attention next time."
When Scotland said this, he had a temperament that was quite tolerant of bad kids. An You turned his face away, feeling that at this moment, he was terribly bad.
An You coughed softly, "It's not that serious."
Scotland ruffled his hair, "Really? As long as you're not mad at me."
An You raised her face to protest, "I'm not angry."
Scotland coaxed patiently, "Okay, I misunderstood."
It's like this again. No matter what the reason is, Scotland's first reaction is to admit the mistake and apologize.
I always tolerate his little temper, coax him and give in to him, because he is the only ignorant child.
An You always feels powerless, like punching cotton. Being so tolerant of herself will only make him become more presumptuous.
But at this moment, An You no longer worried about whether the atmosphere was weird or not, but calmed down again.
An You: "Are you done washing? I'll turn off the shower now."
Scotland replied, "Thank you for your help."
"You're welcome. You should be able to change your clothes by yourself. I'll be out first."
An You went out first. Scotland wanted to change his wet pants. He didn't have the hobby of peeking.
After Scotland finished washing up, he also went into the bathroom and took a hot shower.
The bathroom was filled with hot steam, and my tired and tense nerves seemed to be evaporated by the hot water.
After washing up, An You walked into the living room in her pajamas and saw Scotland, wearing blue pajamas, sitting on the sofa, flipping through a magazine.
Seeing him come out, Scotland called out, "Come on, let's eat first."
An You sat across from Scotland, and after finishing his dinner, she glanced at Scotland and asked, "It's so late, are you still working?"
Scotland shook his head, "It's not work, just looking for some sniper classified books for you to read."
An You's interest piqued upon hearing this. "Is it suitable for me to read? Do you want to teach me sniping?"
"First, see if there's a sniper rifle you like. You need a weapon that suits you before you can train."
An You finished her meal and sat down on the sofa next to Scotland. "Okay, okay, I won't be sleepy anymore if you tell me that."
An You leaned on Scotland's shoulder, and under the dim light, the two of them read a magazine together. Whenever they encountered something they didn't understand, Scotland could answer their questions.
An You: "Is sniping difficult to learn?"
Scotland: "Well, it takes repeated practice. Some people become proficient in the technique in just one year, while others take more than ten years to achieve results."
"Ah, that's been so long."
"Speaking of which, how long has it been since you started learning Scottish sniping?"
Scotland, "I don't actually have a deep understanding of sniping. I trained in the organization for about half a year."
Look, this is a genius, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Scotland seemed to notice the abnormality in his expression and rubbed his head and said, "But I think Anyou is very smart and must learn faster."
An You: "Heh, don't say words of comfort to Muggles. I tend to believe them if I hear them too much."
He lowered his gaze and spotted a familiar weapon in the magazine. "This gun is the same sniper rifle you use."
Scotland, "Yes, □□, if you like, you can also choose this kind of gun for practice. If you like other guns for personal use, pick one and I will give it to you as well."
An You remembered that the arms smuggling goods were not cheap, so who could understand the value of the goods sent directly by Scotland?
An You looked at Scotland with admiration, "You're so good to me. I'm willing to be friends with Scotland for life."
Scotland chuckled. His features were handsome and straight, with sharp and delicate eyebrows. His appearance, which should have been oppressive, was diluted by his gentle temperament. Coupled with his usual good temper, he doted on An You almost without limit.
An You always felt that it was a great honor to meet someone who was so friendly, kind, and gentle. It was a great honor to be friends with someone like Scotland.
Scotland touched his head, his palm soft, "Just good friends?"
An You took the opportunity to bow with both hands, "You can also be my godfather. Don't refuse. Please accept my greeting."
Scotland suddenly coughed violently, as if choking on his words.
After coughing hard, Scotland raised his head and saw An You with a silly smile on his face. He couldn't help but pinch his innocent and soft face, "Now that you've said that, should I call you baby?"
An You: "Pfft, I wouldn't even dare to answer even if you call me."
Scotland just smiled, picked up the magazine again, and introduced the advantages and disadvantages of various guns to Anyou.
Listening to Scotland's gentle voice, I felt sleepy, my head nodding, and I actually began to doze off on his shoulder.
Scotland said softly, "Are you sleepy? If so, go to bed early."
An You rubbed her sleepy eyes and said, "Well, okay."
Scotland reminded, "By the way, cover yourself with a blanket when you sleep at night, as the temperature will drop at night in the next few days."
An You stood up and went back to the bedroom, replying, "I understand."
Perhaps it was the simple life in the temple and the long journey that made him feel particularly tired.
I crawled into the bedroom and buried my head in the quilt. As soon as my body touched the warm quilt, I became drowsy. It turned out that sleeping is the happiest thing in the world.
An You, who was soundly sleeping, naturally had no idea that in the second half of the night, an uninvited guest appeared in the room, staring at him for a long time. Not only that, he also lay down beside him openly.
Anyou likes to curl up into a ball when she sleeps, so Scotland stretched out his hand and hugged her in his arms.
Qianmian's breath was so close to me that only when I fell asleep would I not be on guard against her.
Say something about keeping your distance, not getting close, and just being friends.
Scotland rubbed the boy into his arms. The thin body of the boy was easily rolled into his arms and rubbed.
An You is a very deep sleeper and rarely wakes up after falling asleep. This time it was an accident as she was startled by the noisy sound of heavy rain.
I couldn't see the ceiling when I opened my eyes. The room was pitch black. I could hear crackling sounds outside the window. It was raining.
Fortunately, I didn’t feel that cold even though the temperature dropped. Maybe the bedroom decorated in Scotland was warm enough.
After taking a few deep breaths, An You just felt something on her stomach when she calmed down her palpitations.
Feeling shackled and with a soft object beside her, An You was swept away by sleepiness again, and her somewhat slow brain began to think.
Am I still dreaming? This doesn't feel like a quilt. A quilt has corners, and it feels like an arm.
There is someone lying next to you?
An You touched the wall of flesh in front of her, and the confusion in her heart was about to reach its peak, but she was in a trapped state and there was no warning of crisis.
An You just moved a little and felt the quilt move. After a while, the bedside lamp came on and the dim light shone on the wall.
A low, hoarse voice sounded beside my ear, asking, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
An You looked up and unexpectedly saw a familiar face. The person who had just woken up still looked sleepy, but he quickly reacted and regained his composure.
An You was still a little dazed, "Scotland, why are you here with me?"
Scotland was silent for a moment. "The window of my room was not closed, and the quilt was wet by the rain outside the window. I had no place to stay, so I came to your place."
An You heard the sound of rain outside the window and felt even more hypnotized, "Oh, so that's it."
Scotland, "Well, what about you, why did you suddenly wake up."
An You tried to regain consciousness and said, "I was woken up by the sound of heavy rain."
Scotland adjusted his sleeping position and pulled Anyou into his arms again, "Then lie on me, you'll sleep more peacefully this way."
With his body wrapped in the soft chest, An You felt soft all over, and a great sense of security enveloped him. Being by Scotland's side, he didn't need to worry about being betrayed or exploited because he had a good enough foundation.
Smelling the familiar scent of sea salt, An You seemed to have forgotten to think. He placed his palm on his chest, tugged at his pajamas, closed his eyes again, and let sleepiness swallow him.
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