Chapter 83 It's too late to push it open now

Amuro Toru took Kitahara Yuki's hand and went upstairs, and asked casually, "You have such high requirements for the quality of life, how do you live in the orphanage?"

"Zero, the temptation is too obvious, it doesn't meet your standards."

Kitahara Yuki broke away from Amuro Toru's hand, stood on the next step, leaned on the escalator, and looked at Amuro Toru with his eyelids.

This time the question was too purposeful, and Zero was a little anxious. The other party wanted to ask who funded him.

"According to the past, you should have helped me deal with the sticky little problem on my back first, and asked this question at the moment when my mood changed, so as to get the information you want."

The waves rolled up and hit the huge cruise ship, making a harsh wailing sound.

The city on the sea drifted with the waves, but it was motionless.

Amuro Toru raised his eyebrows and laughed, "Are you teaching me how to deal with yourself?"

Kitahara Yuki fell silent, a little dazed.

After that messy kiss, something changed quietly. Would he be like this normally?

No, when faced with questions he didn't want to answer, he would change the subject directly, or throw out another question calmly and get out of the situation perfectly.

Instead of noticing that Amuro Toru was wrong, he began to analyze it, or even took the initiative to offer his weaknesses.

This discovery made his heart beat faster. The little trick of controlling his heartbeat that he practiced in seclusion for seven days was like a paper net for catching goldfish, fragile.

Amuro Toru walked down the stairs and stood at the same height as Kitahara Yuki. "Kou, I said I would give you a chance that day. I said it before I kissed you and after I kissed you."

He observed Kitahara Yuki's reaction, and after making sure that the other party did not resist, he stretched out his right hand and touched the black-haired young man's fair cheek.

It felt warm and moist, like white jade.

"At that time, if you had pushed me away, I would not have taken the next step, but you didn't."

Kitahara Yuki took a deep breath, his cheeks flushed, and his eyelashes blinked rapidly, leaving a small shadow on his lower eyelid.

He quickly leaned back to distance the two of them, and his sweater was deeply wrinkled because of this action.

So when the other person's palm held his waist, he touched the porcelain white flesh, and a constant flow of heat surged through the touching skin. He could even feel the shape of the wooden knot on Amuro Toru's palm.

Rough and hot.

The back was even stickier.

It was so uncomfortable.

Kitahara Yuki suddenly pushed Amuro Toru away, and said in a low voice, "Now I push you away."

Amuro Toru let out a chuckle from his throat, pulled his waist, straightened the shrunk sweatshirt, and took the vest from Kitahara Yuki's hand, and put it on the other person without giving him a chance to refuse.

"It's too late now."

The burning heat in his ears made Kitahara Yuki shudder for a moment.

"You'll catch a cold easily if you're exposed to the cold and the heat. Put on some clothes."

The friction sound of the zipper being pulled was particularly harsh at this moment. He heard the sound of Toru Amuro's heartbeat suddenly speeding up, like a soothing piece of music suddenly entering an intense beat.

Exciting and eye-catching.

Damn it—

don't think about it anymore!

"It was Hikaru who helped me." Kitahara Yuki gave Toru Amuro the answer to his first question after entering the fire escape, trying to close his lips and his overly divergent thoughts, and pulled himself out when the other person was stunned.

"Business matters are more important."

Kitahara Yuki lowered his head and rushed up all at once.

Fortunately, Toru Amuro stopped him and teased, "Do you want to rush to Deck A in one go?"

"How is that possible? Even if my brain allows it, my body won't agree." He would probably go on strike early and not be able to keep the expression on his face on the fifth floor.

Toru Amuro stared at Kitahara Yuki's red ears, thought for a moment, and decided to let go of this psychology expert who was used to avoiding emotions.

Only by relaxing in moderation can you hold him tightly.

"Go to H deck first, you haven't finished your meal yet." Toru Amuro said.

Kitahara Yuki looked up in surprise, "Is that why you dragged me from the elevator? It's not necessary, it's just a meal."

Toru Amuro did not answer the question directly, but asked: "What did you eat at noon?"

Kitahara Yuki remained silent.

Because the impact just now was too great, if he lied now, Toru Amuro would find out, so he chose to keep silent.

To be precise, because of the long-term pursuit of dramas and staying up late during this period, his life is extremely irregular. Today he woke up at ten o'clock in the morning and drank a can of coffee after eating crystal steamed dumplings.

His stomach had been empty for a long time, but thanks to the stimulation of the mystery and the changes in hormones, he didn't feel hungry at all.

When Toru Amuro mentioned it, the discomfort in his stomach occupied most of his mind.

So hungry...

Toru Amuro dragged Kitahara Yuki to the H deck without any explanation.

The atmosphere between the two was still a little weird, and Kitahara Yuki broke the silence, "Did you find any suspicious people in the registration book?"

"Yōta Fukuhara, Keigo Ide, Ryuta Kitagawa."

Toru Amuro gave three names, but Kitahara Yuki had no impression of them at all. He didn't know much about Japan, and this involved his blind spot in knowledge.

"Fukuhara Yota is the boss of the conference. The organization has cooperated with him before, and he lives in A19. Kitagawa Ryuta is the head of the Kitagawa Group. Although his wealth is not as good as that of the Suzuki Group, it is not bad either. He lives in A02. Ide Keigo is a politician. The public security has found that he has had ties with the organization. He lives in A32."

The footsteps stopped, and the two arrived at the restaurant. It was 20:19.

The masquerade party on the G deck had not ended yet, so there were only a few scattered tables in the restaurant.

They found a seat in a corner by the window. This position not only allows you to have a panoramic view of the entire restaurant, but also allows you to enjoy the night sea through the window.

The stars are reflected on the sea, sparkling under the lights of dusk.

Kitahara Yuki closed the Chinese menu that he had selected from various international restaurants and handed it to the waiter.

After waiting for no one to come, he said to Amuro Toru, "I think the purpose of the masquerade party is to make it difficult for others to recognize the transaction partner. It is more likely that the person who organized the transaction is Ide Keigo."

Amuro Toru pondered, leaned back, and assumed a posture of listening attentively, giving full emotional value.

"The uninvited guest on deck I was quite skilled. At least his footsteps were so faint that I didn't notice it until very late. And the Suzuki Group would not hire a mercenary to guard the archives. Combined with the new rule, I suspect that a new force has taken control of this cruise ship—"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the waiter came over. An espresso with ice cubes was placed in front of Kitahara Yuki, and a glass of bourbon with ice in front of Amuro Toru.

Then there was the eight-treasure winter melon soup, black truffle lobster spring rolls, and millet glutinous pork ribs.

The plating was exquisite and looked good.

Kitahara Yuki took a piece of spare ribs, and after the others left, he continued, "It is more likely that the Mud Ginseng Society was involved."

Spitting out the bone, Kitahara Yuki took a piece of spring roll with chopsticks, "But these are just speculations, there is no actual evidence, my suggestion is to go to A32 to have a look." "

I'll go, you go back to A07." Amuro Toru poured a bowl of soup and placed it next to Kitahara Yuki, "I will let Hase Hikaru watch you, don't try to sneak out."

Kitahara Yuki laughed angrily, put down his chopsticks, and crossed his arms, "Say it again?"

The tone was as if the other party would directly take action if he said it again.

The wind blew, and the white roses in the vase were blown up by the salty sea breeze, and the petals trembled slightly.

Amuro Toru ignored the overly cold gaze of the black-haired young man and swept his eyes across Kitahara Yuki's lower eyelids.

His skin was so white that the slight dark blue on his lower eyelids was particularly noticeable.

"Kou, take a good rest for a day, you look very tired."

The overly direct concern instantly suppressed the rising anger, and Kitahara Yuki explained, "I got up at 10:00 this morning, and I have rested well."

He picked up the chopsticks again, and the food in his mouth made his voice sound a little vague, "You are not qualified to say me, how many hours do you sleep a day? Three hours or four hours?"

Before Amuro Toru could answer, Kitahara Yuki spoke first, "According to my observation, your sleep quality is very poor, and your deep sleep does not exceed two hours a day. The fact that you can still stand in front of me so healthy is simply a medical miracle."

Facts have proved that when psychology experts want to do something, they always have thousands of reasons to convince others. Amuro Toru