Sente Eiji's Black Friday

"Jing Guang?"

Natsume Eiji looked at the cat-eyed young man with a blank expression, and changed his voice in confusion.

...is the instructor.

Zhu Fu Jingguang subconsciously made such a judgment, his face was still shocked, but his hands instinctively pinched Ying Er's face and pulled it aside.

"Ah, it hurts...!" Natsume Eiji groaned vaguely, red marks were pinched out of his handsome face immediately.

——Really the instructor! !

Zhu Fu Jingguang was taken aback, and quickly let go of him: "Teacher, instructor?! I'm sorry—uh...!"

Having lost Eiji's support, he was greatly relieved from the tense state. Mr. An An, who was seriously injured, immediately felt the excruciating pain in his thigh. As soon as his face turned white, he was about to fall down in pain.

A pair of strong arms embraced him, making him lie on the other's chest in a daze, smelling the faint fragrance of vine flowers more and more clearly.

That person's embrace was so generous and warm. In the past, such intimacy was a happiness that Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't even imagine.

"Is it really...the instructor?" He couldn't help but muttered in a trance, although he already had the answer deep in his heart.

Eiji Kurosawa held his waist with one hand, and hugged him with the other hand from the bend of his leg. Hearing this, he said with a smile: "Of course it's me! Otherwise, who else would be as handsome and powerful as me? "

The sudden weightlessness made Zhu Fu Jingguang's whole body stiff, his arms hurriedly wrapped around his neck, his cat's eyes stared wide open as if frightened.

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Ying Er, who had this inexplicable sense of sight, laughed, walked a few steps quickly and put the man back on the bed, looked down at his thigh: "Be careful, I took the bullet out for you with great difficulty, and the wound will open again." I don't care about you."

"Ah, um, um..." Zhu Fu Jingguang stared at him blankly, and unconsciously responded twice, and then it seemed as if he had suddenly recalled from the posture just now, his cheeks were still a little pale. "咻" was burning red.

He lowered his head in a panic, but because of this, he saw that he was now covered in bandages, and more importantly - he actually!Only wearing a pair of underwear! !Hug closely with the instructor! !

That pair of underwear was not the one he was wearing before! ! !

Ah wait!Did the instructor kiss him just now? ? !

"Teach, teach, this, this, this...!!" Maomao, who was unresponsive due to excessive blood loss, was so ashamed that he almost melted into a ball in Yinger's arms, and his whole body was red with incoherent speech.

Ah, so cute.

Eiji sighed sincerely.

However, on the surface, he pretended to be puzzled and blinked, and said innocently with a puzzled look:

"What's the matter? The gunshot wound on your thigh is going to be operated on. In order to ensure sterility, a certain area needs to be disinfected from the top to the bottom, so I took off your clothes for you when I wiped the iodophor—oh, of course , I wiped your body for you after that, and changed into new underwear. Is there any problem?"

"..." The point is not whether there is a problem, but if it is disinfected in this way, it means that the instructor has seen, and even wiped his, his... ahhhhh! !

The little Jingguang in Zhu Fujingguang's heart had already blushed and dug a hole for himself.

Because the newly received information was too exciting, he even forgot to ask Eiji why he kissed him just now, but with a red face that was about to bleed, he stammered and stammered: "No, no problem... ...Speaking of, speaking of instructor, who are you?"

As soon as he woke up, Mao Mao felt dizzy from being teased by his sweetheart, and felt that he might die of embarrassment if he continued like this, so he could only say a question within sight in a panic, and his eyes fell on the black robe worn by Eiji.

But this question is indeed very important, and the embarrassment in Zhu Fujingguang's heart subconsciously dissipated a little. Although his ears were still red, a serious expression appeared on his face.

But in the next second, he couldn't help but lowered his head in shame, buried his face in Ying Er's shoulder and said in a small embarrassed voice: "But, can you let me go... Thank you just now..."

"Huh? Ah, okay."

Eiji seemed to realize that he had been sitting next to him and hugged him intimately, so he let go of his hand very naturally, and straightened up frankly.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, whose face was so hot that he could fry an egg, heaved a sigh of relief. He collected himself and secretly tried to pull the blanket beside him to his body. Before the blanket could be pulled over, he heard the person next to him feel very relaxed. says:

"The clothes are exactly what you think. After all, I was the one who stood on the roof before—yes, I'm the official cadre of the Black Organization, Mr. Cognac!"

He met Zhu Fu Jingguang's blue eyes, smiled and shook the mobile phone in his hand under the quiet gaze of the other party, and said in a lovely and seductive tone:

"Why, do you want to come over and snatch this precious cell phone that you will destroy even if you commit suicide, Officer Zhu Fu?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..."

...What is going on with this subtle guilty conscience.

The Maoyan youth covered his lap with a blanket, his eyes wandering around.

No matter how you look at it, the person in front of you who deceived him should be more guilty...

"Hey, why are you not in a hurry when you see this phone now?" Natsume Eiji tilted his head and looked at him without nervousness, a smile gradually appeared in his eyes, "Didn't you want to hit me just now because of it?"

"This...don't make fun of me, instructor."

Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled helplessly, raised his hand unconsciously to touch the bandaged wound on his leg, and stared intently at Ying Er's beautiful and lively eyes, which were soaked in emotion, as gentle as if they could pinch water.

"You saved me again." He said softly, looking at his eyes like the dawn of love, rising bright and moving light, "For me, this is the truth that all illusions cannot hide."

"Even if I'm an undercover agent sent by the Black Organization to the police?" Yinger asked with a smile.

...Please, anyone who listens to this non-compressive tone will know that you are not serious at all.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes became brighter and brighter like stars, he looked at Ying Er with crooked eyebrows, his red ears were so cute, and even the tip of his nose had a shy blush.

"Where is the undercover agent going to great lengths to rescue a spy who sneaked into his house, and even hide his identity for the spy?"

He complained in a low voice, his soft facial features are as gentle as jade, and the cat eyes looking at Ying Er are especially beautiful, and his eyes are so focused that he can only see the other person.

Eiji-kun, who is full of desire for control, is very satisfied with the eyes that seem to regard himself as the meaning of life.

He laughed in a good mood, held Jing Guang's face and kissed him hard as a reward, and said with a smile: "If I am an undercover agent who likes to play with other people's feelings, the purpose of doing this is all to get you Tame, and then lock you into such a small dark room, so that you can only live for me from now on?"

He raised his hand to signal the airtight room without windows, and seeing that Zhu Fu Jingguang had been in a sluggish state, he couldn't help but chuckle: "I'm just kidding! I'm indeed Hong Fang's undercover——"

Just when Natsume Eiji began to contemplate revealing a little bit of his identity.

"Well, that's actually... nothing bad..."

The murmur as thin as a mosquito suddenly sounded.

"???!"

Natsume Eiji, who was caught off guard, burst open in shock.