Sente Eiji's Black Friday

Chapter 173

--I am here.

The short exposition seemed to have a spell, which made Jiang Gu Ling's turbulent heart settle down at once.

He couldn't help but grabbed Ying Er's lapel tightly, and at the moment of life and death when he had just walked around the gate of hell, he recklessly left everything behind, as if he wanted to vent all his long-term suffering, fear, pain and pressure. Eagerly, he hugged Ying Er's waist tightly, as if he wanted to embed his whole body into his body, so that the two would never be separated again.

——It seems to eliminate all kinds of natural barriers that have been between them for a long time.

"You came."

He buried his face in that person's arms and said dully, almost greedily sniffing the familiar fragrance of plants and trees on the other person's body.

"You're here... You're here... You're here..." He repeated this seemingly meaningless sentence over and over again, his fingers gripping Eiji's clothes tightly, his voice gradually turning into tears.

There was a sentence on his lips that made him want to forget his reason, identity, and position, and made him want to say it desperately.

——Since you are here, can you never leave again?

"Crackling..."

Burning instruments made toothache sounds.

Jiang Gu Ling, who was unresponsive due to blood loss, was dazed in a daze, so the other person who was still sane put his hands under his armpits, and made him back with a little force.

Jiang Gu Ling raised his head in confusion, staring at him with moist purple-gray drooping eyes, his focused and soft eyes were especially moving against the firelight.

Eiji stared at him in silence for a long time, then let out a barely audible sigh with lowered eyes, and raised his hands to cover his eyes.

"Sleep, Zero. Leave the rest to me."

"...Huh? But, but..." The delirious little golden retriever muttered vaguely, and the meaning of reluctance could be heard just by listening casually.

His hands are still holding on to Ying Er's clothes, even a layman who is completely ignorant of behavioral psychology can see his inner reluctance and anxiety at a glance.

——The abandoned dog effect is very serious, if it happens at this time, it will be troublesome.

Ying Er couldn't help showing a wry smile on his lips, and even sighed helplessly in his heart.

Even if it is him, he can't always bully his dog who is wholeheartedly attached to him.

"zero."

A magnetic call overflowed from the young man's lips, Jiang Gu Ling, whose vision was obstructed, blinked, his round earlobes were hot red from the flames or something else, he grabbed his clothes and responded in a low voice: "Huh? "

A warm hand pressed against his forehead, gently lifted his bangs, and pressed a kiss on his cold forehead.

Gentle and heart-shattering.

"Sleep, Zero."

The man said this again, leaning over and tightening the warm embrace.

"Sleep. I'm right here."

"..."

The body in his arms relaxed silently.

Eiji Kurosawa waited for a while before looking down at the young man's pale and quiet sleeping face, his eyes slowly gliding over his cute eyes and handsome but tender facial features, a smudge appeared on his lips unknowingly. Smile.

Sure enough, she's still so cute when she's asleep.

...But, he has grown into an excellent undercover agent, Zero.

Eiji Kurosawa put the germs in the incubator into his shadow, and walked out of the factory step by step with Rei Furutani on his back.

Huohai was left behind, and the temperature also became more comfortable. In addition, Eiji's secret reversal technique helped relieve the pain in the body, and the unconscious little golden retriever grunted a few times, whimpered and Rubbed Eiji's neck.

The fluffy head rubbed against the neck, and Eiji couldn't help laughing, and whispered, "Are you really a dog?"

What responded to him was the peaceful and comfortable breathing of the sound sleeper.

Eiji listened quietly, and subconsciously softened his brows and eyes, feeling like he had a rare break in his undercover career.

Not long after, he found a gentle place to put Jiang Gu Ling down, unscrewed a bottle of water prepared in advance, and then hugged his upper body.

"Zero—no, Tou? Tou, do you want some water?"

Jiang Guling, whose mouth was poked by the mineral water bottle, groaned, and turned his head to the other side with a slight frown.

The wicked Eiji-kun grinned, let him lean on his chest, pinched his dusty face with one hand, and poured water into his mouth with the other without any explanation.

"You can't play tricks, Mr. Tou, you lost too much water in the fire, you have to replenish it quickly..."

"Pasha."

The sound of a branch snapping suddenly sounded.

Eiji's soliloquy stopped abruptly, and he dropped the water bottle and took out the gun in a flash, turned around and pointed sharp eyes at the person coming: "Who——?!"

The cold and stern drinking stopped abruptly as if someone had strangled his neck.

In the gentle night wind, the black clothes and pale hair of the visitor floated up together, reflected in Eiji Kurosawa's rapidly shrinking pupils, making him look so stunned.

Really stunned.

"It seems that it has grown somewhat."

A calm, indifferent voice sounded in the air with a hint of deep voice.

Eiji Kurosawa maintained an expression of extreme disbelief, holding his gun motionless, and watched the thin and thin figure like a kite step out of the darkness, and slowly approached him under the light of the distant fire.

The moment he stood still, Eiji looked at the pair of dark green eyes that had been staring at him since he turned around, like a wolf, lonely and cold, as if he had finally recovered, and slightly opened his eyes. The lips moved tremblingly.

"... Aniki?"

He whispered softly like a whisper, his tone obviously unbelievable.

The man standing in front of him with silver hair long to the bend of his knees, heard the words, let out a soft hum from his nasal cavity, ignoring the muzzle of the gun poking his chest, leaned over and touched his cheek with cold fingers, lowered his eyes Kissed his lips lightly.

"I was wrong. It's been two years, why are you still so stupid?"

He traced the young man's eyebrows and eyes with his fingertips, and his soft voice sounded almost gentle.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he remembered something, and suddenly glanced at the blond young man who was still lying in Ying'er's arms.

Eiji's unnoticed fingertips stretched imperceptibly, looking at the man's thin and sexy lips as before, evoking a touch of bloodthirsty arc.

"It's so stupid that there are rats from the police who sneak in, but I still don't realize it."

The man's cold voice echoed like a devil, he tilted his head to watch Eiji's deep sea-like eyes at close range, and reached out to squeeze his chin tightly.

"What the hell are you thinking... Cognac?"