[Comprehensive] Judges of God refuse to take medicine

Atobe Keigo felt that he must be crazy.

Not only did he violate his principle of never going out after taking a shower, he also used the driver to go to such a distant place at night, just for a phone call, and the person who called him was...

[Just to see what the hell that guy did. ]

As he approached the destination, Keigo Atobe's good eyesight made it easy for him to spot the girl standing at the entrance of the hotel. The petite girl was grabbed by a middle-aged man who didn't look like a good person at first glance, and forced him to pull into a black car. Sedan, the girl resisted with all her strength, it seemed to be of no avail.

Seeing that she was about to be taken hostage to the car of a middle-aged wretched uncle who didn't know if it was a kidnapper or some kind of pervert, Atobe's heart tightened: "Go over there!"

They managed to catch up.

The goal was achieved, Yuuki pinched the soft flesh of his colleague from a secret angle, and said in a low voice: "It's fine, just pretend to be discovered and throw me off."

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The expression of silence should be expressed three times.

Have you fallen so far for chasing men?

It has to be said that the acting skills of a civil servant have been good for a long time, he immediately put on a flustered expression, grabbed Yuuki's arm, and pushed her out of the car rudely.

He wasn't worried that Kanno Yuuki would get hurt, after all, he had been a god judge for so many years, so he still had the ability to protect himself from getting hurt.

Then he saw that Yuuki, a well-known idiot in the government, Kanna, God Judge, reversed his heroic posture on the battlefield, and fell to the ground clumsily, with the skin on his elbow visibly scratched.

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This world is so scary, mom, I want to go home! ! !

Atobe and his driver were one step too late. They watched the "prisoner" drive away in the car and wrote down the license plate number at the fastest speed before turning to look at the girl lying on the ground.

She bit her lips lightly, and she was slightly flushed. She covered the wound with one hand, but exposed the scratched skin on her palm.

"It seems that every time my uncle sees you, nothing good will happen." He pursed his lips tightly, and Atobe sneered, his eyes a little indifferent.

After a moment of silence, he stretched out his right hand: "Get up."

That hand was well-articulated, fair and not weak, and the handsome prince bent down to invite the sweet girl, just like the plot of a comic was played at night outside the restaurant.

In fact, their relationship is a bit awkward.

Rather than being princes and princesses, they are victims who have their first kiss taken away and perpetrators who have no shame.

That's right, it was indeed Atobe's first kiss that was forcibly taken away by Yuuki.

Although I don't care about this, it's not a reason for her to do whatever she wants! ! !

However, no matter how great the anger was, it had already been wiped out in the past two weeks. Facing the girl he hadn't seen for so long, Atobe felt mixed feelings.

[Appears here, is the body already healed? ]

[It seems... a little fatter. ]

The girl seemed to have just reacted from fear, she stretched out her hand nervously and hesitantly, and carefully placed her fingers on the boy's palm.

The nails were round and full, and they were not painted with messy nail polish like some girls. They showed a healthy pink color, and were as small and cute as her whole hand.

Atobe used ingenuity to help her up from the ground, and the driver also picked up the suitcase and schoolbag she left aside, waiting for his master's order.

"Where is your home? I'll take you home." Seeing Yuuki's distressed appearance, Atobe was full of disgust, and automatically ignored another emotion, "Hurry up and get in the car, others will think that my uncle did something to you when they saw it." what."

The girl nodded slightly, with a submissive look.

The car of the Atobe family is naturally not an ordinary brand, because occasionally there will be people from the tennis club riding in it, and the extended model is specially chosen, with all the equipment inside, just like a small conference room.

After Yuuki reported her home address, she sat quietly, with her head lowered, without saying a word, she kept staring at the palm of her hand, Atobe looked over, and just happened to look directly at the damaged flesh.

Sensing his gaze, the girl panickedly hid her injured hand behind her back, but the boy grabbed her wrist.

Atobe froze for a moment.

The tactile feeling that I have never felt before is different from the feeling of a boy with a layer of muscle attached to it. The girl's wrist is extremely slender, and the existence of fat can hardly be felt.

Atobe pulled her forcefully, spread out her palm, and took a closer look. Fortunately, the wound was not very serious. He checked her elbow, and it was also in the same condition, not to the point of going to the hospital.

It's just that for a girl, this kind of injury should be very painful.

The driver performed his duties honestly and acted as a transparent person. The cabin was extremely silent, and the distance between the two of them was quite close. Atobe could even hear the girl's rapid breathing, and the touch of his hands told him that the other party was trembling slightly.

He looked up and saw the girl turned her face away, as if she was too shy to look at him, but her collarbone was clearly exposed, and her curves were extremely graceful.

She just sat here obediently, a small one, as if she could do whatever she wanted.

Atobe was frightened by the sudden thought that popped up in his head, and let go of his hand all of a sudden.

He clenched his fists around his mouth, coughed twice to cover up, and said to the driver: "Go to the nearby pharmacy first, and buy some medicine."

"Don't bother, Atobe-kun." The girl's voice was soft and slightly hoarse, "I have these things at home, so I don't need to buy any more."

Atobe glanced at her, but was no longer persistent: "Go on."

For the next time, the two looked at each other in silence.

The driver of Atobe's house did not hesitate at all, and drove for about 5 minutes, and arrived at Yuuki's house smoothly and safely.

Helping to get her things out of the car, Atobe frowned: "Why are there so many things?"

"Because I have been staying in my hometown to recuperate these days, I just came back today, so I have a lot of things." The girl straightened her clothes and bowed seriously, "Today, I am really grateful to Atobe-san."

Looking at the dark and lifeless house, Atobe raised his chin, but his tone was no longer so sharp: "Be careful next time, not every time you have the same good luck as today!"

"I remember, and..." The girl bent a little deeper, expressing her deep apology, "I'm really sorry about what happened last time."

"...Forget about that matter for my uncle!"

"I see!"

He pretended to change the subject easily, expressing his magnanimity: "I'll ask someone to bring things in for you."

"No need, the house is too messy, I really can't entertain people, Atobe-kun can just send it here."

The boy who was rejected was extremely unhappy, and was covered with gloom, but his IQ was always online, and he knew that entering a lady's house in the middle of the night was not a gentleman's behavior: "Then leave."

"No delivery."

Having said that, the car stopped after a few meters, and waited until the lights in the girl's house were turned on again, before the boy waved his hand to signal the driver to move on.

Atobe leaned on the sofa, covering his face with one hand, full of depression.

What is going on today.

"xxxxxxx," he suddenly announced a series of letters, with a cold voice, "tomorrow, go and find out the owner of this license plate for my uncle."

"Yes, sir."

After Yuuki put everything down, he turned on the TV, stuffed the unfinished disc into it, looked at his wounds, sighed, and went to the storage room to dig out the never-used medicine box, A thin layer of dust has accumulated on it, but fortunately the medicine has not expired.

Standing by the sink, she calmly and calmly opened the medical alcohol and poured it directly on the wound.

The skin-cutting pain was enough to make a strong man frown, but the girl remained silent and her expression was calm, as if she was not the one who suffered all this pain.

Wrapped in gauze, her fingers passed her wrist, and she suddenly froze, staring blankly at the place Atobe touched before.

Then, she raised her hand and slowly moved it to her mouth.

Lips touch.

There was an ambiguous sound coming from the TV in the living room. It was a popular drama recently. The soothing opening song with a pure and refreshing style was called the annual "Fraud".

The title song is her cell phone ringtone.

The girl's eyes reflected in the mirror are undisguised obsession and joy.

The author has something to say:

Atobe actually has a good impression of the heroine, but it's not really a liking, so he didn't speak ill of her.

Then the hostess...

Trust me, she really isn't a pervert.

Really really not.