Chapter 58: Horrible Night
"Isn't that right?" Nuhra was confused for once, being led around by Kris. "You chased me and bit me tonight, how come you're back to normal now?"
He couldn't stand the sticky atmosphere of taking a shower with Chris, so he finished washing himself first, wiped his hair in front of the mirror, and waited for Chris to slowly pour warm water inside.
"Uh..." Chris didn't know what to say. After all, it all started because his mood had been so up and down in the past few days. In addition, he drank some wine when he came back. He was drunk and his head was hot. He did these things to Nuhra impulsively.
In fact, he had already sobered up a lot when Nuhra pushed him away for the first time. However, under the influence of the devil, he still pretended to be unconscious and difficult to deal with, and insisted on pushing forward this behavior.
But these indeed stem from the complex desires deep in Chris's heart. Alcohol is just the most inconspicuous catalyst. What really makes the decision for him are all his shameful and dirty thoughts.
Now that he had completely calmed down, Chris was very annoyed and began to review his previous "crimes": "I'm sorry, brother, I... I just suddenly couldn't control myself." His evil thoughts needed to be expressed urgently. After Nuhra pushed him into the bathroom, Chris was ready to solve it himself, but he didn't expect Nuhra to take the initiative to break the balance.
Although Chris had never been in love, he had seen some movies. When it came to Nuhra, he acted entirely on instinct and experience. Nuhra was older than him and had seen more situations, but in essence, she had only seen pigs run without eating pork.
Essentially, neither of them had any experience in serving others, so this time, rather than physical pleasure, it was more of a spiritual pleasure gained through the atmosphere and emotional intensity... This was true for both Coris and Nuhra.
"I know," Nuhra interrupted Chris's hesitant apology, reassuring him, "I'm not unsatisfied."
"Brother!" Chris was caught off guard and choked by the water, shouting in anger.
"If you really want to make it up to me, why don't you take over next time?" Nuhra remained unmoved and continued to tease.
"If you want, you can do it now..." Kristan poked his head out of the shower stall, his tone not joking. In his opinion, this kind of thing was not something that one person had to pay for.
"...No, I'm old and have to get up early for work tomorrow." Nuhra wanted to see Chris blushing, but she didn't expect him to accept her suggestion so quickly. She waved her hand and told him to go back and take a shower.
Chris smiled without saying anything, turned around to turn off the shower, put on his pajamas and walked out of the shower room. Nuhra was still standing there, watching his every move.
With his hair matted and wet, his eyes completely shielded, he looked like a giant, wet dog as he searched the cupboard for a hair dryer. Seeing him, Nuhra reached out and found it for him, suggesting, "Go outside. I'll help you blow dry."
A hint of surprise flashed across Chris's face, but he didn't show it and agreed obediently. They walked to the sofa by the bedroom window, one after the other. Chris sat down closer to the armrest so that Nuhra could sit on it and not have to stand too hard.
"Thank you, brother." Kris looked up and thanked Nuhra. Nuhra couldn't help but smile at Kris's expression. "You look so funny now."
"Really?" Chris was puzzled and reached out to push back the long hair on his forehead. "How about now?" Nuhra laughed. "Let it go..."
After some laughing and joking, and with his hair almost dry, Chris remembered that his terminal seemed to be in the pile of clothes in the bathroom. He stood up and was about to go find the terminal that he had forgotten for a long time.
At that moment, a small patrol robot came out of the bathroom carrying Kris's terminal and respectfully announced, "Mr. Kris, we have detected multiple unread messages on your terminal."
Corris' heart sank, and he subconsciously looked back at Nuhra who was sitting on the sofa looking out the window. After confirming that Nuhra didn't care about his actions, he took the terminal that was firmly placed on the tray in the patrol robot's hand.
He stood there and unlocked the terminal. New messages and missed communication requests kept popping up. Chris had a bad feeling and hurried to check the messages. The oldest one was sent more than 20 minutes ago:
Ian: Breaking news! Absolutely breaking news!
Ian: Tim Jax has been taken to the hospital. Just now, I saw the doctor arrive! Their dorm is cordoned off, and the third-year prefect and the head of the medical department are here.
Chris was horrified and immediately wanted to send a communication request to several teammates who were still in school. Considering that Nuhra was still there, he had to calm down and read all the information before making any plans.
[Lauren: Um... All students in this dormitory building have been sent back to their respective dormitories and are awaiting further arrangements.]
Ian: They're going to block the information.
【Margaret: Does Chris know about this? 】
【Joan: @Crisnar】
There was no more news, but instead there were continuous communication requests from everyone.
Knowing that the situation was beyond the control of all of them, Chris no longer hesitated and walked quickly towards Nuhra, "Brother, something happened to Tim Jax." He also showed Nuhra the information page on the terminal.
The moment Nuhra got the terminal from Chris, he was observing Chris's reaction, but he didn't expect that the information on Chris's terminal was so important. He took Chris's terminal and carefully read the content of the information sent by Ian and others.
Nuhra's originally calm expression disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness. Nuhra also stood up, found his own terminal, and quickly dialed someone's number.
Chris sat down on the sofa nervously, his palms sweating as he gripped the terminal. The person Nohra was trying to contact quickly answered the call. "Samantha, it's me..."
Nuhra didn't care about the time she was leaving get off work. She quickly made her point clear: "The person we're tracking, Tim Jax, appears to have been in an accident. Please ensure his safety. Please update your information promptly."
Samantha didn't ask Nuhra any more questions and hung up the phone soon after. Nuhra finally had a chance to explain to the bewildered Chris, "Remember that information Samantha gave us? All the people involved in it have been tracked by Samantha's intelligence department."
"She and I collaborated on the investigation and exchanged information," Nuhra explained quickly, trying to be as concise as possible. "As the captain of the Royal Guard, she has more authority and can circumvent the information blockade."
"I understand," Corris was in a state of confusion. On the one hand, he was worried about Tim's situation, and on the other hand, he was afraid - since Nuhra was already investigating Tim Jax, would he know about the situation in the black market...
At this moment, Nuhra returned to sit next to Kris again, but Kris was inexplicably flustered. He always felt that what happened was completely beyond the scope of his and his teammates' participation.
"Are you nervous?" Nuhra's inquiring eyes rested on Corris. Although he used a rhetorical question, it was obvious that he meant it in the affirmative.
"Brother, tell me... why did he suddenly get into trouble?" Chris was still hesitant, not knowing whether to tell Nuhra about the black market. He had to talk about other things in a roundabout way to change the subject.
"He has been to the black market, did you know that?" Nuhra said directly, not forgetting to pay attention to the changes in Chris's expression, and not missing Chris's expression of surprise and relief. "Oh... so you knew?" Nuhra asked playfully, waiting for Chris's answer.
There are only two options before Chris now. One is to directly admit his own affairs and tell them about their black market plan. The other is to firmly deny it, but he feels that this is unlikely to work. Nuhra has obviously become suspicious... Chris has a hunch that if he does not tell the truth, the consequences will be serious.
"I know." After a suffocating silence, Kris admitted with difficulty, "My companions and I all knew it a few days ago."
Nuhra didn't respond. His emotions were unrecognizable. He was waiting for Corris to explain everything once and for all. Facing Nuhra's indifferent gaze, Corris' throat tightened. "We're also planning on infiltrating the black market, uh, investigating."
"Oh? You're quite brave, huh? You're still going to the black market?" Nuhra seemed completely calm. She leaned leisurely on the sofa, legs crossed, and looked like she was chatting and laughing. "When did you come up with this idea? When do you plan to start?"
The more Nuhra asked, the more Chris sweated. He remembered what Nuhra had said in the car that day - Nuhra didn't like deception, and Chris had actually stepped on his minefield.
"On the day the student union came to search... we were discussing the feasibility of investigating the black market... but we hadn't determined the time for action." Chris lowered his head, not daring to look at Nuhra in front of him, and tried to speak more tactfully, because they were not only discussing the feasibility, but also had already determined the overall action plan - an idea that Chris had provided.
Chris had explained everything clearly and waited anxiously for Nuhra's decision. Nuhra remained silent, wondering if she was thinking about how to deal with Chris or if she was planning to break up with him. Chris couldn't help but let his thoughts wander.
"Buzz..." Nuhra's terminal prompt sounded. He quickly glanced at the message and said to the frightened Chris in front of him in a calm tone: "Change into military uniform and go to the hospital with me." Nuhra stood up and walked towards the cloakroom without looking around.
"Okay... okay, I'll go now!" Chris felt as if he had been pardoned. His legs went weak when he stood up from the sofa. He had no time to care about these things and hurried to change his clothes, for fear of aggravating Nuhra's anger.
"When we have time later, we may need to have a good talk about the issue of trust." Nuhra tilted her head slightly and spoke calmly to Chris who was standing at the door of the cloakroom, as if foreshadowing some kind of ending.
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