kill a detective

"Today is Tou's birthday..."

It was indeed the first time I heard him mention it.Still such an aggrieved tone.

Kaoru Nishikujo's heart softened for a moment, and he forgave him for his behavior beyond the rules because of drunkenness.

Toru Amuro has no relatives, and seems to have few friends. He works hard every day to make a living, and no one blesses him on his birthday.

Is it because you are sad that you drink so many bars?

"Sorry, Tou, happy birthday. If I had known earlier... I'm sorry, I didn't prepare any presents, only a happy birthday."

Today is Toru Amuro's birthday, but he personally cooked a table of meals. As a friend, he couldn't even send a word of blessing, which made Kaoru Nishikujo blame himself.

Toru Amuro sensed the change in her mood, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly under the shadow, and the half-opened purple-gray eyes were clear, not at all drunk in her tone.

He shook his head slightly.

"No, that's enough, I'm already happy - the only blessing is from you."

Toru Amuro's head was buried on the side of Kaoru Nishikujo's neck.Kaoru Nishikujo clearly felt the scorching breath spraying on her skin, she was a little unsteady, relying on Toru Amuro's arm to hold her tightly.

She couldn't see Toru Amuro's expression, she could only hear the contented sound from his cat-like throat.Some kind of warm and wet touch seemed to linger on the side of her neck, and she was stimulated, her shoulders sank, and the man had already fallen on her shoulders, and her breathing became steady.

"through?"

"Ok?"

Kaoru Nishikujo called him, and he still received a vague response, but when he said "Can you get up, I will take you back first", he folded her arms, led her to turn around, and closed the door , and pressed her against the door panel in a blink of an eye.

Kaoru Nishikujo: "..."

The man looked thin, but his height of 1.8 meters was still too much for him to move.Besides, he seems to be exercising a lot, and Kaoru Nishikujo felt tight muscles under the material of her clothes.

It seemed unrealistic to send Amuro home.

Unless Qihai Jianren is called back, but the two of them look like this now...

just forget it.

Whoever made Amuro Toru's birthday today should not be as fussy as him.

Kaoru Nishikujo resignedly moved the man to the bed in the living room half-delayed and half-coaxed. Fortunately, he was still cooperative during the process, saying what to do, like a well-behaved doll.

Kaoru Nishikujo's apartment is not too big, similar to Amuro Toru's apartment, with only one bed.Now Toru Amuro slept on it, so Kaoru Nishikujo had to take out a quilt from the cupboard and spread it on the tatami mat to sleep on the floor.

Tossing a drunk man was exhausting. Kaoru Nishikujo was so exhausted that she lay down on the floor, closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.

When the sound of her even breathing came out, the man on the bed sat up and looked at her under the light of the moon.

The woman's snow-white skin was like a piece of spilled milk, her black hair was piled up in a mess, her closed eyes cast fan-shaped eyelash shadows on her cheeks, and her moist lips were dyed the color of midsummer plums.

Amuro's eyes lingered on her lips.

She is a very beautiful woman.Toru Amuro has seen many beautiful women, but Kaoru Nishikujo can still be regarded as the best among them.Her beauty has her own uniqueness, like a pure white flower that grows cleanly in the sun.

Makes me want to dye her another color.

But people who are immersed in the darkness of the organization have long ceased to be attracted to others because of their beauty or purity.Or to say that people like them still have hearts is a joke in itself.So, even Toru Amuro himself still can't figure out why he wanted to possess her the first time he saw this woman.

Wanted to dye her my own colour.

Toru Amuro got out of bed and lay down beside Kaoru Nishikujo.Kaoru Nishi Kujo was sleeping soundly and didn't know anything about his movements, so he stretched out his hand and hugged her in his arms, and closed his eyes in peace of mind in the faint fragrance of her body.

Life in the organization is not to say that I am worried every day, but I am used to killing and it is always difficult to sleep.When he woke up the next morning, Toru Amuro stared at the ceiling for a long time, and smiled helplessly.

When he lay down next to Kaoru Nishikujo last night, he was just planning to take a nap, but he didn't expect to sleep until dawn.

If Kaoru Nishikujo is actually a killer sent by a certain organization, it is estimated that Bourbon will go to hell in his sleep.

That way the jokes of the decade after the gin would all come to an end.

Amuro realized that this woman had a greater influence on him than he had imagined.

He originally thought that he wouldn't care so much after he got it, and when he broke up with the woman, leaving a breakup fee was the only conscience he had left.

But he now realizes that Kaoru Nishikujo is becoming something called his weakness.

How would a person in the dark treat his weakness?

Toru Amuro narrowed his eyes dangerously, his eyes fell on the woman.

She was still sleeping peacefully, ignorant of everything happening around her.

He deliberately didn't carry a gun last night in order to act in a drunken scene, but that's okay, he has many ways to make people die without pain, or even without consciousness.

Toru Amuro reached out and picked up a strand of Kaoru Nishikujo's hair, and the black hair was entangled at his fingertips.Outside the window, the darkness approaching dawn was as black as ink.

There was a pensive and tangled expression on his face, and his fingers were gesturing on Xikujo Kaoru's slender and fragile neck.

Kaoru Nishikujo suddenly muttered something, turned over, stretched out his arms and hugged him like a doll, tightly.There was panic and fear.

She didn't know what she dreamed about, but after a while, tears dripped from the corners of her eyes, dripping pitifully down her temples.

Before the brain reacted, Amuro Toru's body had consciously embraced her in his arms, soothing her gently.

This kind of reflex is to such an extent that even I am speechless.

Unwilling to admit that Toru Amuro, who was already unable to do so, made a good excuse for himself: She was crying, and if he did it to her, would he still be considered a man?

"Father...Mom..." Kaoru Nishikujo whimpered in his dream and whispered softly, "Don't go, okay..."

"Okay, I'm here." Toru Amuro said instead of her parents.

There is no mirror in front of him, so he can't see that his expression at this moment is the kind of affectionate drama that Qin Jiu hated most in the past.

He calmed down Kaoru Nishikujo and calmed her down.

As early as the day he fell in love with Kaoru Nishikujo, the intelligence expert Bourbon had already checked her information thoroughly.Maybe he knows the situation of her family better than Kaoru Nishikujo.

So he naturally knew that Kaoru Nishikujo lost his parents when he was a child and lived with his adoptive parents.And just some time ago, her adoptive father also passed away.

This sunny white flower has seen more wind and rain than she shows.

I don’t know if his consolation worked. Kaoru Nishikujo’s emotions slowly calmed down, she stopped crying and choked up, and fell asleep again, but her arms were still tightly wrapped around Toru Amuro’s body, as if hugging for help. straw.

After a while, as if because of the heat, she began to move back and forth in his arms, finding various more comfortable positions, and finally lifted one leg up to wrap around his waist.

Toru Amuro: "..."

If there is no reaction to this, he is not a man.

Amuro looked at the alarm clock on the wall - 04:30.

It's okay, enough for him to do it once before breakfast.

Originally, he planned to follow the steps step by step, but now that the woman came to the door and issued an invitation, he was not an upright gentleman who would forcefully endure at this time.

He lowered his head and kissed the plum-colored lips, opened them forcefully, and stirred them in her mouth.In order to get rid of the imprint left by the last person, he didn't lose any strength in his kiss until the person couldn't breathe.

Amuro stopped and let her take a few breaths.Put your hands next to her ears, put one leg against her, and separate her knees.

Kaoru Nishikujo's eyelids moved.

Although Toru Amuro's body was very swollen, he still waited patiently, planning to wait for her to wake up, and proceed further under her gaze.

Whether it is obedience or resistance, he is looking forward to her reaction.

And just imagining these reactions made him feel even more excited.

The man's light blond hair drooped due to gravity, hiding his face in shadow.A thin layer of sweat dripped from his forehead, slightly dampening his temples.

Kaoru Nishikujo's eyelids moved, but instead of waking up as Toru Amuro expected, he started crying again.Tears streamed from her closed eyes, and she began to call softly, "Mom..."

It was as if he had suffered a great deal of grievance.

With pulsating veins on Toru Amuro's forehead, he got up abruptly and rushed into the bathroom.

He was afraid that if he stayed there any longer, he couldn't help but make her cry better and louder.

The sound of rushing water and low, rapid and suppressed panting came from the bathroom. Kaoru Nishikujo opened his eyes in a daze, and then fell asleep again.

When Kaoru Nishikujo really woke up, it was already daylight, and the warm orange morning sun shone in from the window, making her a little dazed.I had a bunch of messy dreams last night, and I forgot them all when I opened my eyes, but the fatigue in my head still remained.

Lifting the quilt and sitting up, she found that she had been moved to the bed at some point.

"Good morning, don't you want to sleep for a while?"

The man serving breakfast from the kitchen, wearing her Doraemon apron, spoke naturally like a husband asking his wife.

"No, I won't sleep anymore." Kaoru Nishikujo replied subconsciously.

What kind of magical morning is this?

She should have just taken in the drunk Toru Amuro, didn't she cuckold Qihai?

"After washing up, let's have breakfast."

"Oh."

Kaoru Nishikujo brushed her teeth, subconsciously replied again.

Don't you think it's strange that he appears here?

Is it the type that won't break even when drunk?

There was a new toothbrush cup and toothbrush on the sink, which should have just been bought by Toru Amuro.

...For some reason, the feeling of Qihai being green became more and more obvious.

She shouldn't have done anything, right?

Didn't do anything?

After breakfast, Kaoru Nishikujo was leaving for work.She seized the opportunity and suggested at the right time: "Go home as soon as possible after resting, and don't drink so much next time."

"Well," Toru Amuro nodded obediently, "I'll leave when my shirt is dry."

Kaoru Nishikujo looked on the balcony, a men's shirt fluttered in the sun.

"I'm sorry, the clothes smell of wine, I couldn't bear it, so I borrowed your bathroom to take a shower," Amuro said shyly, "Because I had no clothes to wear, I took out a new one you bought... ..."

Only then did Kaoru Nishikujo notice that the shirt Toru Amuro was wearing was originally bought by her for Nanami.Qihai's clothes are a little bigger than Amuro Toru's, but it doesn't look obvious when you wear them like this, so it doesn't feel like an oversize.

Toru Amuro is worthy of being a walking clothes rack.

"It's okay." Kaoru Nishikujo doesn't care much about this, it's just a piece of clothing, she just buys new ones for Qihai.

Although Kaoru Nishikujo felt that Toru Amuro slept in her house this time was really just an accident, but before going out, she still explained: "Toru, Qihai is waiting for me outside, please don't go out...I'm afraid he will misunderstand."

Toru Amuro nodded: "Don't worry, I was wrong this time, and I won't cause you any more trouble."

Kaoru Nishikujo breathed a sigh of relief, and felt guilty towards Toru Amuro. "sorry."

Amuro looked at her leaving back and chuckled. "No, don't feel sorry."

He sat back on the couch, resting his chin on his chin as he waited for his shirt to dry.

It was a place he had specially chosen to dry clothes. I don't know how Mr. Qihai felt when he stopped downstairs and saw it as soon as he looked up.

But it doesn't matter how you feel, anyway, you will be dead soon.