Chapter 62 You are so fierce

"Speak nicely." Kitahara Yuki picked up the glass on the coffee table and drank in small gulps. The warm water dispelled some of the chill. Amuro

Toru's eyes moved around his thin dark blue pajamas, and he frowned and walked into the master bedroom.

When he came out again, he was holding a thick black down jacket in his hand, "Put it on."

Kitahara Yuki took it, breathed a sigh of relief, and put on the down jacket quickly. He

zipped up the zipper methodically, half of his face tucked into the raised collar, and his red fingers slowly returned to normal color.

"Thank you, it's a big help."

"If you're so afraid of the cold, don't run around in such thin clothes." Toru Amuro looked at Kitahara Yuki from top to bottom again, paused for a moment on Fang Shibai's dazzling ankle, and raised his eyebrows, "No socks?"

This tone...

gave Kitahara Yuki the illusion of violating Tenjo.

Toru Amuro's increasingly cold gaze made his hair stand on end. He couldn't stand such a blond policeman.

Quickly change the subject and stop the other person!

"About the topic on the balcony yesterday." Kitahara Yuki retracted his chin and hid half of his face in his collar, revealing a pair of dark eyes, looking straight at Toru Amuro, whose muscles were tense.

After a pause to give the other party time to react, he continued: "The suspension bridge reaction is just based on hormonal changes. I have a way - um."

His mouth was blocked and his voice stopped abruptly.

The warm touch on his lips made him slightly distracted, but he was quickly brought back to attention by Amuro Toru's low voice.

"Let me guess." Amuro Toru tilted his head, released his hand, and rested his forehead on Kitahara Yuki's neck. Ignoring the stiffness of the person next to him, a light laugh escaped from his throat, causing the chest to vibrate, giving the illusion of trembling.

"You are not going to drag me to do a 24-hour electrocardiogram and a blood test to prove that the suspension bridge reaction is an illusion?"

Amuro Toru pulled the distance between the two and caught Kitahara Yuki's astonished expression, "This is really your personal style."

Science permeates life?

He thought of the other party's understanding of "sex".

Unexpectedly, there was no discord at all.

Any other emotion would be disrespectful to the black-haired young man.

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows and stuffed his hands into his coat pockets on both sides. The sudden warmth made him squint his eyes comfortably, "Do you have any opinion on my behavior?"

"I dare not, your revengeful heart is so strong that it's scary." Amuro Toru stood up suddenly, his tone was hurried.

He picked up the kettle beside him and tilted it. The warm water flowed out slowly from the spout, hitting the wall of the glass and making a slight gurgling sound.

"Are you going to buy a cell phone? It must be very troublesome for you not to be able to contact people."

Kitahara Yuki took the glass that was filled with warm water again and glanced at Amuro Toru who turned his head to the side. His expression and movements were normal. The blond public security confirmed the illusion of the suspension bridge effect.

This is really good news.

"Of course, I won't refuse a friend's small request. You can always find a topic that I can't refuse, thereby diverting my attention." Kitahara Yuki took a sip of water and exhaled a small breath of foul air.

"Thank you for the compliment." Amuro Toru smiled.

It's hard to resist a psychology expert who provides emotional value anytime and anywhere, but Toru Amuro can't do that. "But you need to change your clothes and shoes first."

Kitahara Yuki didn't move or answer, his eyes wandering.

The strange reaction made Toru Amuro think of Rin Sugawa next door and the abnormality of the two yesterday. The desire to explore drove him to figure out this abnormality.

But no, Kitahara Yuki, who was very alert, would not give him this opportunity, and would even give him a claw like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"You don't want to go back next door? It seems that you and Rin Sugawa have a lot of conflicts." Toru Amuro glanced at Kitahara Yuki, who didn't take care of himself at all, "Put on my clothes first." Taking away Hello

with one hand, Toru Amuro quickly clamped Kitahara Yuki's wrist and pulled him to the bedroom, thinking about his habits in his mind.

The black-haired young man doesn't like being restrained, he prefers loose clothes. He

has high requirements for clothing materials, and rough fabrics will make him lose his good mood for the day.

But he is restrained enough, and being too lazy to move will force him to adapt to uncomfortable environments.

Amuro Toru analyzed Kitahara Yuki, who was full of contradictions.

He opened the closet and pulled out a beige wool sweater, a pair of brown pure cotton trousers, and a light brown plaid scarf and black socks from the drawer.

"Put on."

Twenty minutes later, Kitahara Yuki came to the store wearing a complete set of clothes.

"Your clothes are really good." Kitahara Yuki pulled at the warm scarf, and the white mist exhaled because of talking was particularly obvious in the morning of late winter, and the tip of his nose was full of the faint smell of soapberries on Amuro Toru's body.

He took off his scarf and placed it on his arm. The cold air suddenly penetrated his nose and reduced the heat rising on his face.

"We are about the same height. You are a little thinner than me, but this outfit unexpectedly suits you very well." Amuro Toru coughed lightly, and his eyes fell on Kitahara Yuki's waist uncontrollably. It

was very thin.

It was also very soft.

"What are you thinking about?" Kitahara Yuki bent his elbow and gently hit the other's forearm, "You are distracted."

"Nothing," Amuro Toru led him into a store, "Why don't you try the one I use? It's very smooth and the performance is not bad."

Kitahara Yuki raised an eyebrow. He had heard this from Sugawa Rin yesterday afternoon.

What is this?

Two men over 25 years old want to win over their friends?

These two guys are so childish.

"Good morning, gentlemen. How may I help you?"

The female saleswoman stepped forward at the right time, with a proper smile on her face. Her interested eyes first fell on Amuro Toru's face, and then stayed on Kitahara Yuki's face for a long time.

This discovery made Kitahara Yuki's well-rested brain start to work, and the flow of information washed over his brain, and with a ding, it turned on successfully.

Between 25 and 30 years old, 164 cm tall, single, extroverted, harmonious family relationship, very interested in the two men.

"Wow, Mr. Amuro is really popular."

Toru Amuro received Kitahara Yuki's teasing gaze, pulled her wrist and ran to the middle counter, lowering his voice, "Are you bragging about yourself? That lady looked at you longer than I did."

Pointing to the same model of mobile phone, after the salesgirl handed it to him, Toru Amuro stuffed it into Kitahara Yuki's hand, "Try it on."

"That's different." Kitahara Yuki was the first to retort, looking at the mobile phone that the other party handed to him, it was the same model as Furuya Rei's mobile phone, he dug out the color of the other party's mobile phone from his memory - black.

Ha, it's his favorite color.

Obviously, it is also a very troublesome thing for friends to have the same preferences.

It is too easy to get the same model and color by mistake.

While fiddling with his phone, Kitahara Yuki continued what he had just said, "A person's standing posture can reveal a lot of information. Under normal circumstances, human legs are naturally spread apart and kept straight, thus achieving the purpose of standing."

Approaching Amuro Toru, he demonstrated the standing posture and whispered, "The salesgirl is now standing with her legs crossed and her muscles relaxed, which means that the environment around her makes her feel at ease."

Amuro Toru looked calmly at the soft lips that were very close to her, held his breath, and said slowly, "Go on."

"Her upper body is slightly tilted to the right. In behavioral psychology, this represents preference. This lady loves my face, but she likes your blonde hair and dark skin more. She wants to develop an intimate relationship with you."

After Kitahara Yuki finished speaking, he put down the phone in his hand and looked at other models.

Amuro Toru, who was thinking about Kitahara Yuki's standing posture, came back to his senses instantly. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Don't you like this one?"

"I like black."

Kitahara Yuki didn't say the rest, but Amuro Toru already understood what he meant, "Are you worried that we picked up the wrong phone?"

Kitahara Yuki nodded and glanced at the salesgirl very quickly, "Guess when she will ask you for your contact information?"

After paying the bill. Amuro Toru answered in his heart.

"It won't be wrong." Amuro Toru picked up the phone on the table again and put it in Kitahara Yuki's arms, "I'll pay."

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows.

It was as if Amuro Toru was not the one to pay the bill if he chose other models.

"Remember to swipe the organization's card." He handed the selected mobile phone to the salesgirl, turned around and emphasized to Amuro Toru, "How about I blow up a plane? And let the organization pay for it. I'm quite annoyed with Prisoner A recently."

This is not a good idea.

Amuro Toru temporarily did not think of handcuffing Kitahara Yuki.

However--

"Prisoner A." Amuro Toru straightened his expression.

He thought of the phone call he heard at Pramia's wedding.

Amuro Toru pondered and reminded, "Don't go out alone recently, ask me or ask Sugawa Rin to accompany you."

Kitahara Yuki's eyes were wandering, and he did not answer immediately.

This unwillingness to cooperate made Amuro Toru lick his back teeth, press Kitahara Yuki's shoulders hard, move up along the neck, fix the cheeks, and force the other party to look at him, "Did you hear that?" "

...You are so fierce."

"Don't try to change the subject." Amuro Toru tightened his hands, and the words "non-violent non-cooperation" seemed to be born on the handsome face of the black-haired young man.

"You like mysteries and seek excitement. I can take you to race cars. Don't put yourself in danger."

Wow, the fish is hooked.

Kitahara Yuki leaned lazily against the counter, leaning forward, and the ending tone was slightly raised with a little excitement, "Exchange it with 'relics'." Amuro Toru's

breathing stagnated, and his pupils shrank suddenly, "After saying so much, this is your purpose?"

When did you start planning?

Standing posture analysis?

Or is it Prisoner A?

"It's Prisoner A." Kitahara Yuki glanced at the blond police officer with an expression on his face, his right eyebrow raised, his lower eyelids tightened, and the other party had no control over his emotions at all.

"So, do you agree to the exchange?"

"As long as you are willing." Amuro Toru replied.

This tone...

the answer speed is 0.5 seconds faster than usual.

Kitahara Yuki tilted his head, and the corners of Amuro Toru's mouth curled up into his eyes, looking like he had won the game.

What kind of "relic" can make the other party show such an expression.

It can't be that Amuro Toru is really going to accompany him to blow up airplanes?

Anyway, he doesn't care, he can't wait even a second now, and the mystery belonging to Amuro Toru is like a little hook, stirring his heartstrings again and again.

He can't wait to take a look at what the "relic" looks like.

Kitahara Yuki pushed Amuro Toru and said, "Go and pay the bill quickly. Don't try to delay. If you do the same as last time, I will send the ten-minute video of you backing into the parking garage to the FBI."