Cointreau dragged the man to a self-service gas station not far from the car and slammed him against the sign. The man sat on the ground with his back against the gas station and struggled to stand up. His

polished leather shoes stepped on the man's shoulders and controlled him. Cointreau pulled out the gas gun, pinched the unshaven chin with one hand, stuffed the front of the gas gun into his throat, and pressed the button.

The code member's throat made a terrible groan. He opened his mouth to say something, but the gas gun blocked his throat. Gasoline kept pouring into his stomach. His stomach was visibly enlarged, and the pungent smell of gasoline overflowed from his mouth and nose.

"I know what you're thinking."

With an unlit cigarette in his mouth, Cointreau's voice was not vague, but rather lazily hoarse. He patted the side of the man's face twice with his gloves stained with a little dust. This extremely insulting action made the man struggle even more fiercely.

"Do you think I'll be punished for killing you?" He glanced at the other person with the eyes he would use to look at an ant or a pest, and said with a smile, "Cointreau, my code name."

"I believe you should be familiar with it?"

Upon hearing this code name, the man's face fell, as if all his strength was taken away in an instant.

So beautiful.

When all the chips are gone and one finds oneself still heading for an irreversible defeat, as long as one moves closer, one can see the world gradually collapsing in the loser's pupils. It is more spectacular than volcanoes, earthquakes, and tsunamis, and more beautiful than any breathtaking blonde.

Especially... this defeat was caused by him.

The crazy emotion only fascinated Cointreau for a moment. He took a deep breath, and when he looked up again, there was no longer any obsession in his eyes.

His calm gray eyes moved away from the gray face, and he loosened his hand holding the other's collar, letting the man slide to the ground, with oil constantly oozing out of his mouth and nose.

Cointreau walked forward, took out an engraved lighter from his pocket, lit the cigarette in his mouth, took a deep breath, slowly exhaled the smoke, and threw the cigarette between his fingertips back.

Heat waves, explosions, fragments.

He walked to the side of the car, only to find that the girl who was the co-pilot had already escaped from the car and was standing not far away looking at him with an obscure expression.

Miyano Shiho looked at the blazing fire in the distance in silence.

Cointreau walked against the light, his eyes swept over the girl's feet stepping on the road, then squatted down in the other's surprised eyes, and picked up the girl with one hand.

It was the posture of holding a child. Miyano Shiho did not react. Only when she was empty did she hold the other's shoulders with her hands to maintain balance. She sat on Junto's bent arm, and that was only because the arm hidden under the clothes steadily supported the weight of an eight-year-old child.

He controlled the distance, and even when he was holding the other, he left a gap between the two. It

was not until she drove back to the safe house, had dinner, washed up and lay on the bed that Miyano Shiho had time to sort out her messy thoughts.

Today was really too chaotic. The nerves in her brain were beating violently, torturing her already sore eyes. Miyano Shiho thought of many things, every knowledge point she had learned recently, her sister who didn't know where she was, her constantly changing residences, and the vague and unattainable future.

Finally, she suddenly thought of Cointreau.

Miyano Shiho had overheard other members' conversations. The codenamed member had another mission to perform, and he didn't seem to know Cointreau. From the perspective of the organization or himself, Cointreau shouldn't have killed him.

It was because of herself.

She realized it belatedly.

But why? Miyano Shiho had never encountered kindness without reason. Everyone's actions had a clear or hidden purpose. This was the survival rule of the organization. How could the organization accommodate a guy who still had good intentions in his heart?

Since he had a purpose, what would that purpose be? What benefits could protecting himself bring to Cointreau?

The girl was trapped in the soft bedding, her mind was in a mess. She suddenly remembered that she was protected no matter what. Whether it was for this reason or not, she had to let the other party know that she remembered this help and would repay him.

This is similar to investment. For some reason, Cointreau put the chips on her. She must let the other party vaguely see the benefits, otherwise, if she keeps paying without seeing any returns, even the most stubborn investors will withdraw.

Miyano Shiho made up her mind and took out her mobile phone from the bedside table. The two exchanged contact information on the day she changed her protector.

The dim light of the screen illuminated half of her face. Glancing at the time above, Miyano Shiho was shocked to realize that it was almost three o'clock in the morning. She quickly edited a thank you text message and sent it over, trying to adjust her mood and fall asleep quickly.

There are classes scheduled for tomorrow.

Coming out of her emotions, the gloomy darkness of the bedroom made the girl who wanted to sleep feel breathless. The hideous face that had been blown to ashes still floated in front of her eyes. Miyano Shiho covered herself with the quilt.

There was a knock on the door.

She sat up suddenly from the bed, wondering who would knock on her bedroom door so late at night. A faint sigh came from behind the door, and the door was gently pushed open. Cointreau, wearing a silk home suit, waved his mobile phone with the screen on at Miyano Shiho, on which was the apology text message just now.

"What are you doing here?" Miyano Shiho's voice was a little shaky.

Cointreau paused after taking a step inside, and casually showed her the white paper in his hand.

"Read a book."

Come to her room to read a book? !

Miyano Shiho felt that she could not see through what this man was thinking more and more. He did not explain much, but walked over and turned on the lamp on her desk, turning it to a warm and dim warm yellow.

Can you see clearly...

This light is not dazzling to her who is in urgent need of sleep. She pursed her lips, poked her head out from the quilt and looked at the man who was really reading a book. Cointreau's skin is very white, and it should be an inhuman cold white against the black clothes.

But the warm yellow light warmed his whole body, even his gray eyes were dyed with the light, and his thick eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes.

A strange but reasonable thought flashed through her mind.

It seemed that Cointreau was here to...sleep with her.

Did he realize that he couldn't sleep because of the apology text message he sent at three o'clock? What on earth was he thinking?! How could he sleep with such a top dangerous person around?!

Thinking of this, Miyano Shiho had to admit that she felt a strange sense of security in her heart.

Maybe she was too sleepy, or maybe the man's cold temperament seemed soft because of the light, or maybe it was because he was so powerful and mysterious. The most dangerous place is the safest place. The man's ferocious face seemed to have disappeared in the explosion.

She closed her eyes, and the quilt enveloped her softly. The rustling sound of the pages of the book was like a strange lullaby.

At that moment, Miyano Shiho couldn't tell whether she was in reality or in a dream. She just let the sleepiness drag her down and sank into the dream peacefully. Her nose felt sour and her tears seemed to start swirling again. In a trance

, she thought of her sister.

The author has something to say:

Cointreau: If you dare to touch a child, I will beat you to death, you scum!

Xiao Zhibao: What is his purpose in protecting me? (Beware

Thanks for reading~