23 Chapter 23
◎I refuse bourbon-flavored Scotch◎
Chapter 23 [I Reject Bourbon-Flavored Scotland]
As a couple, Ryo Koyasu and my wife, Sayuri, haven't spent a lot of time together. But that hasn't stopped her from wanting to buy him clothes.
As a typical woman who falls in love at first sight and then actively seeks to take the relationship to the next level, Agatsuma Sayuri is very passionate about dressing up Ryo Koyasu.
Unfortunately, Zi Anliang didn't know this before today. Otherwise, he would have been more careful with his appearance to avoid being caught changing clothes by his girlfriend.
"I think I've already tried on a shirt like this before, the white one."
"No, no, no, that one's just the basics. This one has a black stand-up collar, and there's another one that also has a stand-up collar, but it's vertically striped. They're made of different materials too. Like this one..." Agatsuma Sayuri precisely pulled a piece of clothing from the pile, shook it, and unfolded it. "Look, it looks smooth, but it's actually a formfitting piece with stretch. It perfectly contours to your body... well, I mean, it looks good."
"..." Zi'an Liang didn't say anything, but the villain in Zhu Fujingguang's heart was already covering his face and screaming in his heart.
Don't think that he didn't hear the second half of your words if you changed your words. Also, don't say "chest muscles" or "abdominal muscles" silently, he can read your lips.
Someone who is still trying hard to control his dark, cold and taciturn personality doesn't seem to realize that his personality has already collapsed, and his pretended indifferent expression has been exposed by his red ears.
He, like his girlfriend, has very honest ears.
Of course, this might also have something to do with my wife Sayuri acting too harmless. If he were in the organization, Scotland wouldn't give anyone the chance to embarrass him; he'd just shoot them in the face.
"Do I really need to change so many? I can't wear them all..."
"It's too expensive. I feel guilty about it."
"I can't handle this style."
I found countless reasons, but in the end I couldn't refuse my wife Sayuri's real-life dress-up game.
Even his argument that it was too expensive was thwarted by his wife Sauri's words, "I made all of these myself, so the price is just the cost of the materials." At this point, he had no choice but to pack up his clothes and take them home with him.
There were too many clothes, so he only packed up the ones he had tried on this time, and refused to pack more clothes on the grounds that they were inconvenient to carry and he could come and pick them up later.
"Am I usually so bad at dressing that I actually took you to all that trouble to make clothes for me?"
"Hahaha, that's not the case. No matter how well Ryo dresses herself, she can't escape having to change my clothes." Gasai Sayuri puffed out her head, full of pride. "This is the result of my years of experience dressing dolls."
Good opportunity!
Seeing my wife Sayuri bring up dolls, Koyasu Ryo quickly followed up the topic and asked, "Come to think of it, Sayuri's house does have a lot of dolls. Did you buy them?"
“No, I made them all myself.”
"Oh? Looks impressive. Is this a character from your work? Or..."
"Not all of them. Some are from my own work, some are from other teachers' work, and some are based on real people."
Zi Anliang's eyes turned serious, and he tried to keep his tone low, pretending that he was just chatting casually. "So, what I found that day..."
Before he could finish his words, my wife Sayuri rushed over to the sofa as if she had remembered something. She dug a doll out from the gap in the pillow, ran back, and showed it to him almost in his face.
"Please look—this is the doll I made for Liang. Doesn't it look like it?"
[Tsk, the topic's been diverted... Let's try to bring it back.]
"Huh? This is made in my image? But, I think we first met when I picked up that doll. I remember it looked like me too."
[As expected, you're really bothered by this, Jingguang~]
Agatsuma Sayuri banged her head with a fist, stuck out her tongue, and said in a cute way, "Hey, I've been caught. Actually, a guy like Liang has always been my ideal type."
"Only appearance?"
"No, of course I like you both inside and out."
"It seems she really likes my appearance... If that's the case, even if she gets rid of the dolls Sayuri made before, she might as well make new ones based on my image."
How can I convince her to give up?
Zhu Fushi Jingguang frowned slightly, and his eyes unconsciously fell on the pile of clothes that he hadn't had time to try on. One of the clothes was too stretchy, and he had hidden it in the deepest part. But during the fitting, my wife Sayuri took it out countless times and tried to get him to try it on.
【This is the only way.】
While my wife Sayuri was focused on the doll, he quickly changed his clothes and put them on. As he had expected, the shirt was clearly too small, but the fabric was deliberately stretchy. The buttons on the chest were tight, and the outline of the abdominal muscles was clearly visible.
He swallowed, lowered his head and leaned close to my wife Sayuri's ear, deliberately lowering his voice to create the legendary bubbling sound: "Hey, Sayuri... do you like me, or do you like a doll that looks like me?"
The two of them were so close that Koyasu Ryo could hear my wife Sayuri swallowing.
The girl's hands began to tremble as she fiddled with the doll, and her speech began to stutter.
“I, I, I…”
The breath on my wife, Sayuri, made her realize how close they were. The warmth of their bodies heated the air between them, and she could feel it with every breath. The aroma of food, the cool scent of soap, and a hint of rust lingered on her nose.
Smell of rust?
My wife Sayuri suddenly looked up and looked directly at Koan Liang. In that instant, all her shyness and helplessness faded away. "Liang, are you hurt?"
The other party obviously didn't expect that her question would be this. He said "hmm" softly, with the ending tone rising, which showed a subconscious reaction of doubt.
Doubt is also an answer.
My wife Sayuri grabbed Koan Ryo's clothes and sniffed him.
The aroma of food was even more pronounced because Zi Anliang had changed several sets of clothes, and the smell still existed meant that he must have been standing by the stove for a while and only went out after cooking.
[Suspicious point 1: He prepared the food for my house (meaning he was planning to eat somewhere else), but he still cooked at home before leaving.]
Question 2: The soapy scent indicates that you showered before leaving the house. Why shower in the morning?
According to Japanese living habits, people usually take a bath at night, and taking a bath in the morning is usually for practical purposes.
Question 3: After a careful sniff, the rust smell is gone. Could it have been contaminated from somewhere else?
My wife Sayuri didn't think she was wrong.
A normal person might mistake the smell of rust for meat, but my wife, Sayuri, was different. She had been seriously injured in an accident as a child before she arrived here, and she had become extremely sensitive to the smell of human blood.
This sensitivity isn't a special ability, or rather, most people can actually tell the difference between human blood and other animal blood. It's just that humans don't usually remember the difference between "human blood" and "the blood of other animals."
Agatsuma Sayuri's injury served as an opportunity for her to remember the smell of human blood and develop this ordinary yet extraordinary ability.
But when I sniffed carefully, I couldn't smell anything, which meant that the source of the blood did not come from Zian Liang himself.
The girl glanced at her boyfriend again and saw that he was hugging her helplessly, afraid that she would fall. And she herself, almost, no, had already put all her weight on him.
She didn't even know when she jumped into the other person's arms.
Seeing that my wife Sayuri had finally calmed down, Ryo Koyasu carefully put the girl back on the ground.
"Don't jump around," her boyfriend warned her, before adding, "I'm just happy that my girlfriend threw herself at me. No need for weird excuses."
The strange excuse he was referring to must be what my wife Sayuri called "injury."
Ah, indeed, from Zian Liang's perspective, his girlfriend jumped into his arms, wondering if he was injured. It was a blessing that he wasn't injured. If he was, wouldn't that increase the risk of the wound rupturing?
My wife Sayuri landed smoothly and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I..."
Before she finished bowing, a pair of warm hands held her cheeks, exerting a little force so that she had to raise her head, looking straight at the other person with puffy cheeks.
"If you want to get started, just tell me."
Getting started?
Come to think of it, when she was smelling the other person's scent just now, her hand seemed to have really landed on some places that she would not normally touch.
I'm not talking about that kind of place, but the chest, abdomen, and even shoulders. Because of the height difference, the other person must cooperate in order to touch them.
Even if you want to find a wound, don't sniff in the wrong direction.
In the brief moment when my wife Sayuri was distracted trying to recall what rude behavior she had just committed, Koyasu Ryo took her hand and placed her fair but not tender hand on his chest.
These hands, belonging to a woman, are covered with calluses. The skin, worn down by long-term writing and handicrafts, has developed a self-protective stratum corneum during the labor process. They belong to a self-reliant person and a creator.
"If you want to touch me, I'll agree anytime."
My wife Sayuri's eyes sparkled as she looked over, but the villain in her heart looked away and sneered coldly, "It's confirmed. He definitely learned this from Bourbon."
Bourbon, I'm not saying you're bad, but...
Your style doesn't quite match that of either Zhufu Jingguang or Scotland.
She was very touched that the undercover police officer was so thoughtful of her. If she didn't know that her boyfriend had such a close friend who was good at setting honey traps, she would really fall for his beauty tricks.
But... at least it allows Zhu Fujingguang to use his own unique beauty strategy.
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