Chapter 84: Reasoning Error

Don't read it.

This is just a trick to help Amuro Toru adjust his mood. After he told Gin about his suspicion of Amuro Toru, the blond public security officer was too nervous.

Even the other party did not find out his purpose in the restaurant at the first time, but figured it out five minutes later.

Thinking became sluggish, and Amuro was not in a good state.

Kitahara Yuki slipped into the bathroom.

Three seconds later, another gap opened, and the dark eyes looked through the gap to observe Amuro Toru who had no intention of leaving, "Zero, see you tomorrow."

Bang——

The bathroom door closed heavily.

Amuro Toru stared at the closed door for a while, turned around and walked towards the wine cabinet.

Two whiskey glasses with a small amount of liquor were placed cluttered on the counter, and next to them was an opened bottle of bourbon. The smell of alcohol in the air and the grapefruit smell overflowing from the bathroom slowly lingered. It was so smelly that it

made people dizzy.

Amuro Toru took two deep breaths and started to tidy up the counter. When he poured another glass of bourbon, he raised his head and met Kitahara Yuki's eyes when he opened the door.

"You didn't leave?" Kitahara Yuki retracted his gaze.

He came to the entrance, supported the entrance cabinet with one hand, and changed the wet bathroom slippers on his feet into light brown plush slippers.

The warmth rose from the soles of his feet, and the comfort from the warm wind above his head made his brows relax.

"I'm watching you to prevent you from sneaking out in the middle of the night to check on Gin and Ide Keigo."

Toru Amuro took away the disposable towel hanging on Kitahara Yuki's head, guided her to sit on the sofa, and skillfully wiped her half-dry black hair.

A few drops of water slid down the soft hair and penetrated into the loose collar.

Kitahara Yuki: "Why would I do such a thing?"

Toru Amuro didn't respond. He still remembered the incident of sneaking out in the middle of the night to find Pramia.

Obviously, Kitahara Yuki had done this too many times, and his credibility was zero.

"Sit here, I'll go get the hair dryer." Toru Amuro chose to avoid the topic that would make Kitahara Yuki unhappy, and turned to get the hair dryer.

However, Kitahara Yuki stopped him.

"I don't like the sound of the hair dryer, although it is white noise, which can relieve insomnia and anxiety to a certain extent. But I hate it, it will interrupt my thinking."

The voice is calm, hiding a subtle complaint.

Amuro Toru lowered his eyelids and glanced down.

The black-haired young man's five fingers with distinct knuckles grasped his forearm lightly, and looking up along the fingertips, he could see the loose silk pajamas, the smooth lines of the collarbone wrapped under the fine white flesh, revealing the beautiful shoulder hollows. The

refreshing grapefruit scent continuously invaded the nasal cavity.

Amuro Toru's voice was a little hoarse, "If you don't blow dry, you will easily catch a cold, and you don't need to think about the next thing."

He pulled away. When he came back, he was holding a white hair dryer in his hand.

After the power was turned on, the buzzing sound made it difficult for Kitahara Yuki to think.

His mind was filled with the shivering feeling of Amuro Toru's rough fingertips with a hairpin passing through his hair and caressing his scalp.

The warm air made the tips of his ears red.

Kitahara Yuki tilted his head, trying to avoid the overly strange touch.

"Don't do that." The suppressed voice disappeared in the overly harsh buzzing sound before it landed.

Amuro Toru didn't hear it, and he straightened Kitahara Yuki's head and whispered in his ear: "Don't move."

The warm breath from the earlobe pinned him to the spot, and Kitahara Yuki didn't move.

He waited until the hair dryer was turned off, then he suddenly stood up and moved away from the sofa.

Amuro Toru laughed, "Is there a spring on the sofa?"

There is no spring, but there is a Daji hidden.

Kitahara Yuki coughed lightly, recalling the action of Amuro Toru when he just came out of the bathroom, and changed the subject, "It's late at night, are you going to drink?"

"I have some work matters to deal with."

This aroused Kitahara Yuki's interest, and he asked, "Is it about public security or organization?"

Amuro Toru put down the hair dryer, walked to the island counter, and glanced at Kitahara Yuki who was sitting opposite him, "What you want to ask is, 'Is it related to gin?'"

"You really understand me." Kitahara Yuki smiled.

While Zero was taking a shower, his mind got rid of its dullness and regained its sharpness?

What happened?

This made him even more curious, and the desire to explore made him eager to move.

His thoughts uncontrollably thought of the second chapter of "Experts Teach You How to Fall in Love" - ​​appropriate physical contact can judge how important you are in your partner's heart.

Do you want to try it?

But the other party has a job.

Forget it, let's temporarily let go of the diligent and hardworking social animal policeman.

Kitahara Yuki knocked on the marble island counter and asked: "So, is it about Gin?"

"No." Amuro Toru took a sip of wine and moistened his dry lips, "Did you drink today? When I met Gin, I smelled the smell of alcohol on you."

Kitahara Yuki touched the tip of his right thumb and index finger together, and then pulled a small gap and said: "A little bit, bourbon is not good."

Amuro Toru: Is Kou referring to him?

"Don't drink with strangers, it's not safe."

"Okay, next time I drink, I'll ask Xiaoguang or Rin."

"Rin Sugawa is not allowed either."

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows. The other party's words were straightforward enough.

Do you want to answer?

No, wait until he is sure of his feelings for Amuro Toru.

He stood up and walked towards the bedroom, saying to Amuro Toru, "I won't run around. You should go back and rest early. I'm going to sleep."

Kitahara Yuki pulled the heavy curtains, pressed his entire weight on the fluffy quilt, and rolled to the right side into the quilt. The soft and dry touch made him sigh with satisfaction.

His thoughts began to slowly disperse.

He didn't know how long it had been, but in a trance he felt a faint touch on the side of his cheek, as if something rough and warm had brushed past.

The faint smell of soapberry at the tip of his nose slowly disappeared into the dark dream.

Until the sudden pain made him curl up subconsciously.

The comfort brought by sleep quickly faded, replaced by colic from the stomach.

Stabbing pain in the upper left abdomen and stomach cramps.

Kitahara Yuki, who woke up suddenly, came to a conclusion.

It was caused by the irregular eating schedule and the glass of bourbon after coming to Japan.

He hadn't had an attack for so long that he had forgotten about the minor stomach problem.

Kitahara Yuki raised his upper body to reach for the phone on the bedside table, but the pain made him lose his accurate judgment. His fingertips slid across the bottom of the phone and fell to the ground with a snap.

It was farther away.

He let his body weight pull him back to the bed as if he was exhausted. Like a fish that was dehydrated and dying, it took a lot of effort to move.

"Forget it. If Xiaoguang knew, he would definitely stop me and ask what I had eaten in the past few days. It's too troublesome."

Kitahara Yuki took a few deep breaths, trying to suppress the waves of stomach cramps, and bent his fingers, stuffed them into his mouth and bit them.

The tingling from the finger bones covered the stomach cramps, and the brain regained clarity for a short time.

In the past, this kind of colic would last about two hours. If Xiaoguang and Rin knew about it, they would strictly control his diet and deprive him of his free time on the cruise ship.

Taking all factors into consideration, he decided to just bear it. Two hours is not a long time.

Wrapped in layers of darkness, the air-conditioning vents worked diligently, making a whirring sound, and the warm wind swept away the fine beads of sweat that kept pouring down his body.

So sticky -

so uncomfortable -

"Kou, what's wrong? Are you uncomfortable somewhere?"

Whose voice was it?

It was Zero.

He didn't leave?

Amuro Toru picked up Kitahara Yuki, and the black head leaned limply against his chest as he moved. He lowered his eyes and saw the other person's pale face, tightly pursed lips, and slightly trembling fingertips.

Kitahara Yuki grabbed the corner of his clothes, groaned, and took a long time to calm his overly violent breathing, "The medicine is in the suitcase... a small white bottle, two tablets at a time."

This sentence drained Kitahara Yuki's accumulated strength, and taking advantage of Amuro Toru's action of putting him down, he shrank back into the quilt.

After waiting for a while, he was pulled out again and fed two tablets.

"Scodopine tablets, stomach cramps?" Amuro Toru asked.

Kitahara Yuki didn't reply. It takes time for the medicine to take effect, and he is now unwilling to move even a finger. It was not

until he was hugged again and a hot water bag was pressed against his stomach that Kitahara Yuki lifted his eyelids and looked at Amuro Toru.

His blond hair was sweaty and hung softly on both sides of his cheeks. Under the warm yellow light, he looked very soft, like Hello who was in a hurry to get on the table.

"Where did you find the hot water bottle?" Kitahara Yuki asked in a hoarse voice. The last part of his voice was still a little trembling, but it was much better than before.

Amuro Toru did not answer directly, "You can infer it."

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows, "You want to divert my attention from the pain in this way?"

He nestled in Amuro Toru's arms, staring at the sweat that was about to fall from his jaw.

"It's a very good idea. You went to the E deck to ask the front desk for the hot water bag. Before that, you also went to the cruise ship's infirmary.

But the doctor told you that the ship was not equipped with injection of pyrogallol for relieving gastric spasms. If you have already taken racemic scopolamine tablets, you can use a hot water bag to warm your stomach."

Sweat dripped, and the other party's rising body temperature seemed to penetrate the silk pajamas and flow to every part of his body, dispelling the chill caused by the evaporation of sweat.

"Zero, your body temperature is too high. The elevator was occupied when you went down, so you ran down the stairs. According to your physique and superb fighting skills, you can run down faster than the elevator."

Amuro Toru smiled and wiped the sweat from Kitahara Yuki's forehead. "Your reasoning is wrong."

Staring at the black-haired young man's eyes that were wide open in surprise, he continued to add, "The elevator was not occupied. I just wanted to shorten the time to get to the infirmary."

The straightforward words were like sparks coming out of a haystack. When the wind blew, it brought up a blazing fire.

Hot and scorching.

Kitahara Yuki stammered a few times, closed his eyelids, and said nothing.

The two heartbeats suddenly accelerated, intertwined in the quiet space, and disappeared in the sound of waves beating against the metal hull.

Twenty minutes later, Amuro Toru spoke again, breaking the silence.

"Does it still hurt?"

Kitahara Yuki regained his energy and broke free from Amuro Toru's arms, "Stomach cramps come and go quickly, I'm fine now."

He lifted the quilt and took out another set of maroon cotton pajamas from the suitcase, "I'm sweaty and sticky, I'm going to take a shower first."

However, before he could take a step, he felt a pull on his wrist and was thrown onto the bed, and someone restrained him by holding the back of his head and neck with his palm.

When he looked up again, he saw the intricately decorated crystal lamps and Amuro Toru, who suddenly occupied most of his vision.

"Explain your stomach problem. Is your light diet due to a bad stomach? And why you didn't seek help when I found you. It hurts so much, do you want to endure it yourself?"

Kitahara Yuki: ...

Eyebrows pressed down, upper eyelids raised, Zero looked like he wanted to eat someone.

"I want to take back the words 'I'm fine'."