[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

"What a neat room." After entering the room, Gene sighed sincerely, "It's different when a woman lives in it."

I silently accepted his absurd praise for me.These are all due to Amuro himself, and have nothing to do with me.

"You sit on the sofa for a while." I ran into his bedroom, took out the medicine box he used to treat the wound, and took out a bundle of bandages from the airtight bag.

I put these things on the end table and winked at Gene.

"You—you can handle it yourself, I'll boil some water for you." I evaded and went to the kitchen, took a pot of water and put it on the induction cooker, and took out a peach from the refrigerator, dawdling for a long time, about He was about to deal with it himself, so he walked out unhurriedly.

I can't see bloody and cruel things now, and I can't even swallow the French snails just now.When I came out, he happened to be putting on a bandage.As expected of a professionally trained person, his hands and feet are nimble. Some cotton balls with blood and iodine are neatly placed on a piece of gauze, just roll it away and throw it away.

Apart from consuming some potions and herbs, he didn't cause me any trouble, leaving a trace of stains that needed to be dealt with.

However, when men treat wounds, do they have to take off their entire shirts?

I didn't know where to put my gaze, his naked back was so similar to Amuro, I almost thought it was him who was sitting sideways on the sofa.

Harrow curled up beside him, sticking out his tongue, looking cute.

I handed him the water and the peach, and he said thank you, drank the water in one gulp, then rubbed his hands together, and the bright and plump peach split neatly in half.

He handed me half of it again: "It's customary, half for each person."

I took the peach apprehensively and ate it in small bites.

"You really don't mind." He took a big bite and turned his face to look at me.

Then his eyes moved to my lower abdomen, and he suddenly smiled bitterly: "I always thought you were not interested in men, so I didn't chase you after you. You didn't say you were gay just to avoid me. Bar?"

What is he saying?Me, gay?

I do have a little admiration for some outstanding women, but this is just normal admiration, why...

"Ah!" I covered my mouth, knowing that he must be referring to Erica.

Erica is gay so would be a virgin at this age.

I sat a little further away, and his eyes were a little too warm, beyond what a colleague or friend should have.

"Actually, I have liked you for a long time, since high school. Beth also noticed this and broke up with me on her own initiative. But she told me that you don't like men, and I tried to get close to you, but all failed. In the end, you really don’t have any feelings for the opposite sex. I thought that sexual orientation was innate, but it’s a bit strange that you even changed your sexual orientation after you lost your memory.”

"Hmm..." I pursed my lips, not knowing what to say.If I had known that he had been so devoted to Erica, I should not have led him upstairs.

I coughed lightly to stabilize my mind.He likes Erica, not me.When they looked at me, what they saw was not me, but the powerful and powerful FBI they were familiar with through my appearance. I was just an ordinary person wearing her mask.

"I'm sorry, Gene. I can't remember anything about the past, sorry." I said sincerely, "Now I have someone I like, I really like, and I have our mutual child in my belly, and I I want to give birth to him and form a complete family with him."

The wry smile on Gene's face never seemed to fade away, he shook his head, then nodded again, with a hint of loss in his eyes.

"Yes, then I want to bless you well." He lowered his eyes and said.

We sat in silence and could hear the sound of time passing by.

"You don't remember anything about me, do you?" he finally said, turning to look at me.

His eyes are affectionate and penetrating, as if there are deep blue sea waves fluctuating in them, it is hard not to be intoxicated by them.He has always given me the feeling that he is very smart but also a little frivolous, but I know that is just an appearance, just like some people look serious and stable, but in reality they are very impetuous and playful.

I shook my head hesitantly, very slightly, for fear of hurting his heart.

He snorted softly, and wiped his hands that had Peach Juice with the paper towel on the table.I crossed my fingers awkwardly, trying to figure out how to end this awkward exchange.

Harrow fell asleep between us, and I was hoping something would happen to him and save me from this awkward standoff.

"So, can you agree to my long-standing request?" He suddenly approached me and asked softly.

I looked at him in surprise, trying to hide back, but there was no way out.

Promise him what?

"The day you shot me with a gun, I kissed you forcefully. I knew that you were very resistant to men but did that to you. I have always felt guilty. But now you are not so resistant to men, are you? Shall I kiss you, just once, and I will never pester you again."

He spoke with sincerity, like a puppy begging for a gift from its master.I have this kind of nondescript association, it is entirely because of his watery eyes.

"Please, just once, okay?" he begged childlike.

I shook my head instinctively, and shook my head again, but he still looked at me persistently, as if he knew that I was soft-hearted.

If only one kiss can make him stop pestering him in the future...

I loosened for a moment, and he took my soft expression as a promise, and a face with sharp edges and corners quickly moved over.

When I came back to my senses, he had already blocked my lips.

His breath filled his mouth and nose, and his kiss was not as simple as he said, it seemed to swallow me alive.

One of his hands was on the back of my head, making it impossible for me to escape, and the tip of his tongue pried open my teeth and poked it in skillfully.

I pushed his shoulder hard, the firm elasticity of the muscles made me feel extremely weak, I closed my eyes, and let him kiss, probably his so-called kiss is divided by panting, no matter how big the lung capacity is, he will still It's almost time for a breather.

However, what happened next was beyond my expectation.

Gene was close to kissing the head, and I was half-pushing, resignedly, when the door suddenly opened from the outside.Because my heart was beating wildly all the time, I didn't even hear the sound of the door opening, so my frightened eyes that suddenly opened collided with Amuro's startled eyes standing at the door.

I almost bit off my tongue.

Why did he suddenly come back! ?

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