Chapter 48

Kitahara Yuki came back to his senses and let go of Amuro Toru, sitting on the sofa without saying a word. His lips were pursed into a straight line, and his dark eyes were filled with an inextricable coldness, which fell into the void with a bone-chilling chill.

Silence spread in the room until Amuro Toru suddenly pressed Kitahara Yuki's shoulders with one hand and forced Kitahara Yuki to raise his face and look at him with the other hand.

A sense of crisis of losing something made him speed up his speech, "What were you thinking just now? Suddenly, you feel very wrong."

He looked like a stubborn fox secretly wiping away tears.

Amuro Toru slowed down his tone and said sincerely, "Can you talk to me? About what you think?"

The silence continued for three minutes. Just when Amuro Toru was about to use tough measures to force Kitahara Yuki to open her mouth, a low and hoarse voice slowly sounded.

The words with trembling came out from Kitahara Yuki's tightly closed lips, word by word.

"I don't know what I was thinking, it's just a memory flashing back in my mind. I remember someone said they were afraid I was hungry, and then... hurt me."

"You too, you used a montage of lies to deceive me. Bringing me food was not your first purpose, you just did it by the way. You want to use me too? I don't mind. There are many people who want to use me. No one can resist a smart brain."

The confusing word order and the self-destructive tone made Amuro Toru understand clearly that if he didn't explain clearly, he would lose this difficult and easy-to-please friend in front of him.

He needed to divert Kitahara Yuki's attention. Maybe the swimming pool downstairs was a good place to go.

Amuro Toru stretched out his hands, put them on Kitahara Yuki's pale face, adjusted the height, looked directly at him, and said in the gentlest tone of his life: "Listen, no one here will think of taking advantage of you, and I never will."

His purple-gray eyes met Kitahara Yuki's red eyes, tears rolled in those cold black eyes, the other party bit his lower lip tightly, and the bright red blood suddenly hit his line of sight, making Amuro Toru's throat tighten slightly. The

black-haired young man looked like a pet cat that was dunking its paws and seeking comfort in the rain.

Amuro Toru lowered his head, resting his chin lightly on the fluffy head, and hugged Kitahara Yuki vainly, "I will protect you, no one can hurt you, can you tell me who hurt you?"

It was Sugawa Rin.

The brain automatically gave the answer, and Kitahara Yuki quickly bit his tongue and swallowed the words that came out of his mouth.

If it was Sugawa Rin, not only Xiaoguang didn't want him to contact Rin, but Amuro Toru would also separate them intentionally or unintentionally.

His eyes scanned the system light screen, and the name of vest No. 3 appeared in front of him. Kitahara Yuki felt a little guilty, but then he said confidently the next second: "It's... Shimizu Issuke."

The name he had never heard of before made Amuro Toru raise his eyebrows. He looked at Kitahara Yuki carefully, and after making sure that the other party's emotions were gradually calming down, he picked up a can of black coffee.

"It sounds like this is a long story related to Shimizu Issuke." Amuro Toru pulled the pull ring and handed it to Kitahara Yuki.

After taking a big sip of coffee, Kitahara Yuki breathed a sigh of relief and muttered: "I don't want to discuss this now."

Kitahara Yuki, who scared Amuro Toru, had the right to refuse, not to mention that after saying this, Kitahara Yuki also opened a can of black coffee for Amuro Toru.

Amuro Toru raised his eyebrows, "A difficult psychologist won't suddenly open a cup of coffee for me. You look a little guilty."

Kitahara Yuki didn't answer, but drank his coffee sip after sip. His refusal to communicate was exposed.

"Let's go swimming."

"What?" Kitahara Yuki looked at Amuro Toru who suddenly changed the subject, and saw the other party's eager expression.

Amuro Toru cleaned up the table, tore off his disguise, winked at Kitahara Yuki, pulled up his wrist and walked out.

"Anyway, no one's disguise can fool a powerful psychology expert. I will go out with you in my true face and it won't make the people in the organization suspicious."

What's more, Kitahara Yuki, who was in a low mood, looked extremely pitiful, and the other party needed his company.

This idea filled Amuro Toru's mind.

"Besides, this time I came with a mission to find out why you are blind. The reason for me to get close to you is reasonable. I am an intelligence expert in the organization."

Kitahara Yuki stared blankly at the bright-looking Amuro Toru.

What? He suddenly said his mission. This straight ball was totally unacceptable.

And the other person's expression——

Kitahara Yuki closed his eyes, not thinking about Amuro Toru who seemed to be glowing just now.

"But I didn't bring my swimming trunks!"

Toru Amuro, who was standing at the door of a swimsuit store with Kitahara Yuki, gave Kitahara the answer. He even stepped inside and asked, "What color do you like?"

Kitahara Yuki's eyes wandered, leaning against the rectangular freezer, scanning the swimsuits and swimming trunks with all kinds of patterns, and said lazily, "Black, it goes with everything."

Before the last word fell, Toru Amuro was already standing at the cashier, and he raised his hand. The same color swimming trunks as what Kitahara Yuki mentioned, he raised his chin slightly, "I guessed it, black goes with everything, cactus is easy to grow, very much your personal style."

Kitahara Yuki quickly touched his earlobe, his eyes rolling, thinking of the two pots of roses on the balcony that he almost killed, and said as a matter of course, "I'm not wrong, if it was a cactus I bought last time, it would definitely live on my balcony for a whole winter."

"So this is the reason why two pots of roses can't last a whole winter?"

Kitahara Yuki refused to communicate and turned away.

The swimming pool on the fourth floor of Datian Building is very large, and the floor heating is working diligently, so that the indoor swimming pool this winter is not cold at all, and even slightly sweaty.

Kitahara Yuki took off his coat and walked to the locker room.

A male waiter was standing in front of the locker room. He smiled at Kitahara Yuki and handed each of them a tag, "Gentlemen, this is the key to the locker. There is a compartment inside for washing your body."

Amuro Toru pulled Kitahara Yuki inside and stopped in front of the locker. While taking off his shirt, he asked Kitahara Yuki who was watching the male waiter with his peripheral vision, "What's wrong? What's wrong with him?" "

...It's okay, maybe I'm overthinking it."

The male waiter knew him and should have watched the live broadcast of the spaceship.

Kitahara Yuki, who had figured it out, retracted his gaze and turned his head to see Amuro's transparent and swaying honey-colored skin. In an instant, the eight-pack abs played back and forth in Kitahara Yuki's mind.

He took a step back, tightly grasped the swimming trunks in his hands, and tried his best to calm his fluctuating voice, and said lightly: "Why did you take off your clothes suddenly?"

"Take off your clothes, take a shower and change into swimming trunks... Have you never been to such an occasion?" Toru Amuro had a strange expression on his face, remembering the profile of Kitahara Yuki's family situation.

Is Kitahara Yuki, who comes from a wealthy family, a young master who only swims in a private pool?

Kitahara Yuki's expression and movements gave Toru Amuro the answer. The other party's embarrassment was well written on his forehead. He didn't even dare to look at the shirtless man walking past him.

Are you so shy?

Kitahara Yuki glared at Toru Amuro and said expressionlessly: "Don't let your thoughts wander anymore. I know what you are thinking. I just thought about the fear of being dominated by a northern bathhouse for the first time as a southerner."

After adjusting his expression, Kitahara Yuki relaxed his muscles, took off his sweater, and left a vest.

The dazzling white skin suddenly hit Amuro's purple-gray eyes. He blinked slowly, and when Kitahara Yuki looked over, he looked away with a straight face and subconsciously licked his dry lips.

"You look a little nervous." Kitahara Yuki said suspiciously.

"You're wrong." Toru Amuro's muscles were tense, her voice was hoarse, and her expression was calm. His straight back and open eyes gave him a sense of justice.

Grabbing his swimming trunks, Kitahara Yuki walked to the shower area. When they came out again, the two of them stood in front of the swimming pool. Kitahara Yuki glanced at the empty lounge chair beside him, walked straight to it, and lay down lazily in it.

Sitting next to them was a young couple. Kitahara Yuki glanced at them and retracted his gaze, then fixed his eyes on Amuro Toru who was looking down at him. He asked in surprise, "Aren't you going swimming?"

"I should be the one asking you that."

Kitahara Yuki looked listless and explained lightly, "It's too hot, I don't want to move."

This reason was enough for Amuro Toru to give up further persuasion, and Kitahara Yuki was very satisfied with the result. He ordered an iced espresso, stretched out on the lounge chair, and crossed his arms behind his head.

In his sight, the blond policeman was swimming freely. He suddenly jumped out of the water, and the tiny water droplets intimately attached to his honey-colored skin, sparkling under the light.

The ladies' exclamations hit his eardrums. Kitahara Yuki gave a short laugh and watched with interest the couple next door, who were quarreling because his girlfriend's eyes stayed on Amuro Toru for a long time.

The undercover agent became a heart-burner.

"What are you laughing at?" A low voice came from the side.

Kitahara Yuki glanced at Amuro Toru lazily. There was a white scarf hanging around his neck, and his light golden hair was hanging down wetly. The remaining water drops flowed along his honey-colored skin, crossed his smooth waistline, and suddenly hit his dark pupils.

His eyes circled around the tense muscles of Amuro Toru, and Kitahara Yuki said in a hurried voice: "You look very popular."

"You can be very popular too, do you want to join us in the water?" Amuro Toru added under the burning gazes of the ladies, his wandering eyes lingering on Kitahara Yuki's face for a long time.

A face between a boy and a young man, with cold eyes and a gloomy look, and a slight world-weariness added a mysterious sense of distance to him.

The delicate-looking psychologist frowned unhappily under the long gaze, and he bent his legs and nudged Amuro Toru's calf.

"Due to physiological differences, men are more likely to have tubular vision that scans from top to bottom than women, so we often cannot simply regard this kind of vision as men having evil intentions and frivolous behavior."

Kitahara Yuki's expression was strange, "But when a man who can control his expression looks at a woman with this kind of vision, it is a signal of slight affection. So don't look at me with this kind of eyes, it will give me the illusion that you want to communicate with me in depth in terms of body." Is

Amuro Toru provoking him in this way?

Does he want to fight him?

The unexpected words made Amuro Toru freeze in place, and the couple next door reacted faster.

"I said that the blond and dark-skinned guy doesn't like women at first glance," the man shouted, "Give up! You can only be my girlfriend!"

The woman hurriedly blocked her boyfriend's mouth.

"Shut up! It's embarrassing!"

Kitahara Yuki: Aren't they discussing the content of provoking with tubular vision? Why was I suddenly fed a mouthful of dog food?

Amuro Toru: In fact, in-depth communication is not an illusion.

After the man was gagged, the four of them were silent for a while. The weird atmosphere drove Kitahara Yuki to pull Amuro Toru and leave quickly.

**

The fourth floor of the building is very high, and there is a glass corridor in the middle. Kitahara Yuki stood on the railing with both arms, overlooking the entire swimming pool. The suddenly expanded field of vision and the quiet environment made him squint his eyes happily.

The colors here are bright, and the blue, red, and black are almost clearly divided into three spaces. Kitahara Yuki's eyes swept across the red area, and then suddenly moved back, "Amuro, what do you think this large area of ​​red looks like?"

"The letter L?" Amuro Toru took in Kitahara Yuki's serious expression. He stood up straight with his back straight, and his face slowly sank, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

[9L12. ]

[Pool party... don't... be disappointed. ]

The conversation that Kitahara Yuki heard when he just entered the Ota restaurant was replayed in his ears. He leaned out half of his body to try to see more clearly, but was quickly stopped by Amuro Toru, who had a serious face.

"What are you doing?" The low voice contained anger.

This guy almost fell over the railing!

Kitahara Yuki, who was completely occupied by the mystery, didn't care. He noticed that there were blue lounge chairs on the left side of the red area and shops on the right side. Kitahara Yuki quickly found lounge chair No. 9 and shop No. 12.

It was too far away to see clearly, so he needed to study it up close.

Kitahara Yuki stood up and ran down the stairs.

"Don't be angry, I'll play a game with you."