Chapter 77

Kitahara Yuki huddled and did not move, with a heavy quilt covering his head, so that the sound coming from his ears was faintly muffled, as if it was stuffed with a ball of cotton.

The dull sound of footsteps came from far away, and his side suddenly sank. Because of this sudden movement, his body tilted slightly.

This degree of change in body position means that Amuro Toru was lying down beside him instead of sitting down.

What will the other party say next?

It's nothing more than asking what happened and saying some nice words to comfort him, which is of no use to him.

"I just planted the chicken feather cabbage." Amuro Toru said in a steady tone.

He leaned sideways to find the right position, and put his arm on Kitahara Yuki's shoulder. He could detect the fleeting stiffness underneath through the quilt.

"Are you surprised that I said that?"

Kitahara Yuki didn't reply, but he was indeed a little surprised. The unexpected question aroused a slight interest in him.

Amuro Toru didn't care about his silence, and said to himself, "This is my first time planting it. Can you tell me the precautions?"

No.

He didn't want to give Amuro Toru a chance to ruin the atmosphere.

"Do you want to plant two more pots of roses? Can I take care of them with you this time?"

No.

Zero's purpose was to see him make a joke about not being able to keep roses alive.

"I'm going to take Haro for vaccination tomorrow. It's very scared and needs your company."

No.

Haro couldn't seduce him away.

"I'm a little tired. Can Kou help me take care of Haro?"

Showing weakness...

is not okay either.

"Kou is smart and steady, will he help me?"

Flattering...

also... also...

Kitahara Yuki clenched the quilt and said word by word: "You are too good, can't you let me be angry quietly first?"

First, she interrupted his thoughts with an unexpected sentence, and then asked him back, "Are you surprised?", taking the initiative.

Then she found his hobbies and opened a corner of the breakthrough.

Finally, she flattered him directly to defeat him.

"You are an expert in psychology, you are cautious and hit the nail on the head."

Amuro Toru laughed briefly.

The room was a little dark, and he could only see the small bulge on the bed move slightly, but it turned into a cold wooden man in a second.

"Are you not coming out?" he asked.

The small bulge moved, then shrank back, and a cold snort came out of his nose.

Amuro Toru rubbed his fingertips, his tone calm, "Kou, I gave you a chance."

Hearing this, Kitahara Yuki's first reaction was what 'chance'?

The second reaction was what would Amuro Toru do even if he didn't go out?

Until his eyes suddenly lit up, and then suddenly darkened. When he came to his senses, there was a man in the narrow space under the quilt.

Because of the sudden change in light, his dark eyes were filled with physiological tears, which were about to fall, and he was shocked by Amuro Toru's action, "What are you doing!"

The tone was raised and the voice was trembling.

It sounded very nervous.

In the dark, Toru Amuro held Kitahara Yuki's wrist, and the touch of his fingertips was delicate. "If you don't go out, I have to come in."

In the small space, his breath sprayed on his neck. He seemed to be able to hear the sound of blood flowing in Kitahara Yuki's neck, and the rustling sound tickled his overactive heart.

A steady stream of heat surged in, and the shiver that climbed up from the coccyx reached the throat, bringing a burst of heat.

Dry and itchy, extremely stuffy.

Kitahara Yuki couldn't bear it anymore, and kicked Toru Amuro's calf with all his strength, "Get out, I'm not angry anymore, you get out."

What a foul.

He didn't have time to feel sad, because the blond-haired policeman was now getting fucked in the face.

Amuro Toru didn't leave. He clamped Kitahara Yuki's twitching calves with his legs, and stepped forward to fix his limbs.

The darkness took away his vision, but amplified his sense of touch and hearing, which made it easy for him to hear Kitahara Yuki's disordered breathing and his own overly intense heartbeat.

"Kou, bad emotions hidden in your heart will only rot and breed maggots. You can choose not to say it, but you can vent it. Don't hold it in alone, I will be with you."

The rain gradually got heavier, hitting the railings with a crackling sound, which coincided with the sudden acceleration of the heartbeat.

The temperature in the small space continued to rise.

Two breaths intertwined.

Amuro Toru slowly lowered his head, gently pressed against the soft lips, and suddenly increased the force.

Qinglie's breath entangled between his lips and teeth, and the hot and refreshing aroma of soapberry invaded his nose.

Gentle and strong.

Kitahara Yuki's mind was blank, allowing the other party to tirelessly plunder the oxygen in his mouth, bringing a moment of suffocation, and then turning into a hot and dry heat.

It burned his breathing.

Amuro Toru let out a light laugh from his throat, pulled the distance between the two, panted slightly, and said: "Kou, relax, you forgot to breathe."

Kitahara Yuki suddenly came back to his senses and pulled away the quilt.

The room was a little dark, and the black-haired young man looked messy at the moment.

Because he was suffocated in the quilt for a long time, there were fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, and his soft hair hung messily behind his head. A clump of hair was raised and swayed slightly with the movements of its owner.

Amuro Toru tidied up the other's hair and smiled, "I told you, I gave you a chance." They

separated in an instant, and he stood up and pulled open the heavy curtains.

The sunlight after the rain passed through the gaps between the leaves, fell on the wooden floor, and left mottled shadows.

At this moment, the dim bedroom entered Amuro Toru's field of vision completely.

He saw Kitahara Yukiei's glistening lips, her dark eyes filled with water vapor, and when she looked at people with half-closed eyes, she had a sense of innocence and coldness.

The emotion of breaking and controlling arises for no reason.

Amuro Toru bit the soft flesh of his back molars, and the aroma of coffee beans between his lips and teeth easily soothed his somewhat restless emotions.

After a long silence, Kitahara Yuki licked his sore lips, "You didn't say it was this kind of opportunity."

Swollen, this guy is like a dog.

As for the relationship problems between the two people -

Kitahara Yuki's face darkened slightly.

If his understanding of psychology is at the university level, then his understanding of intimate relationships is only equivalent to that of a naive elementary school student.

He needs to learn, and even bought professional books for this purpose to help him distinguish whether this relationship is an impulse based on hormonal changes or true love.

"Zero, I'm sorry. I don't know how to respond to this relationship, maybe..."

"There's no need to apologize for this kind of thing." Toru Amuro interrupted Kitahara Yuki, his eyes sweeping over the tip of the other's scarlet tongue that brushed across his lips.

Very soft, with the mellow aroma of coffee beans.

The Adam's apple rolled quickly for a moment, and then immediately returned to its original position. He took a step forward, fixed the black-haired young man's head with both hands, and forced him to look up.

Their eyes met.

Toru Amuro said: "I just formally told you that I like you, not that I must have you like me. This is not your burden."

The net called tenderness suddenly tightened, and then suddenly relaxed.

Toru Amuro stepped back, giving Kitahara Yuki time to think alone.

You have to be patient, don't be impatient.

A cat that is forced into a corner is likely to show its claws and hurt others and yourself.

As the wooden door closed, the bedroom returned to silence. Kitahara Yuki stood there for a long time before he came to his senses and got up to go to the bathroom.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw a completely different self in the mirror.

This is...

too...

too dissolute.

He immediately turned on the faucet and let the cold water wash over his face. Scattered water droplets flowed in through the messy open collar, and the chill brought a moment of clarity.

After a long while, Kitahara Yuki sorted out his thoughts and appeared in the living room with a normal look on his face.

At this time, Toru Amuro was coming out of the kitchen with a small cup of coffee, "Would you like some? Espresso."

"Of course."

Kitahara Yuki took it, sat upright on the sofa, crossed his legs naturally and neatly, and took a sip, "How are Xiaoguang and Lin?"

Toru Amuro glanced at the somewhat embarrassed black-haired young man and said, "I gave them the key to the upstairs."

Kitahara Yuki realized that the other party was talking about the room he had helped rent before. After

hesitating for a moment, he said, "Thank you."

After a while, he was shocked to realize that this reaction was too weak after the close contact.

He stroked the smooth coffee cup, obviously he was not used to losing the dominant position, but he was very concerned about it.

In this case -

then take it back. It just so happened

that he also needed several violent collisions between the two of them to distinguish the true feelings from the false ones.