[Hunter] Memoirs

Zora and Qiya finished discussing the invincible elder brother of his family, and when they got home, they opened and closed the door, and saw the black-haired man sitting upright with a teacup, his dark eyes calmly giving them a feeling of "maybe It's my misreading' illusion.

This made Zora, who had a bad premonition, couldn't help but go back and beat herself 5 minutes ago.

She lowered her head and pretended she didn't see this scene, while thinking to herself, it's not an exaggeration to say that she is a crow's mouth.

"Even if you lower your head, there won't be a black hole to take you away from here." Qi Ya said.

"...I know, please give me some hope, although it is easy to forget what the hell hope is when I get old."

Reality and imagination are fundamentally two different things. Although Qiya in memory seems to be quite afraid of Yiermi, but at this time Qiya really saw his elder brother and didn't have much reaction, and Yiermi didn't specifically target him. After taking a sip of tea, he raised his hand in a friendly way as a greeting.

Qi Ya's expression could hardly be maintained anymore, his hands were shaking as if he had Parkinson's, and after shaking for a long time, he lifted his forehead and let out a sigh.

In this strange situation, Chiya and Zora looked at each other without saying a word, and changed their shoes in a lifeless manner. When they were placed on the shoe rack, there was the sound of water gurgling in the kitchen.Zora thought that Lal was probably cleaning up the kitchen at this time, and after getting up, he glanced and sat straight on the sofa holding a teacup, staring expressionlessly and earnestly at the Il fan who was playing a family ethics drama on TV, Suddenly feel extremely cold.

It may be that there were too many psychological shadows on him when he was a child. After Zora changed his shoes and walked to the sofa in the living room with Qi Ya and sat down, he didn't want to meet the eyes of Il fans.

"Long time no see, Qiya." Taking another sip of tea, Yiermi greeted him with a very natural face, and then Zhuo Zhuo lowered his head, and said flatly after a while, "And Zhuo pull."

Not to mention that Yier fans didn't interfere with his affairs a long time ago, and this scheming man didn't know when he stopped thinking about it. Now it seems that except for his obsessive-compulsive disorder, which is still a bit powerless, he is dressed normally It would not make people think that he is the eldest son of the world's largest killer family, at most he can be regarded as a handsome young master.

The grand pendulum clock in the huge living room clicked past, making a few monotonous mechanical sounds, and there was no way to escape like this, Zora raised her head impatiently, "Long time no see, Master Yiermi. "

The incomparably blunt answer even Qi Ya looked at her frequently.

Distraughtly exhaling lightly, Zora stood up and walked to the table to pick up the half-full teapot, and said flatly: "I'll pour the tea." Bian Shi calmly moved away from the person who was uncomfortable even taking a breath. Beside Yiermi, there was Qi Ya with a lying face.

The black-haired young man nodded, and continued to watch the old-fashioned plot, without any intention of embarrassing Qi Ya.

Zora knew that it was not good to leave Qiya alone to face Ilmi, but she hated Ilmi more than she felt guilty about Qiya, and she couldn't maintain her previous calm face.

She compressed the distance from the living room to the kitchen to be extremely short. When she arrived at the kitchen, she happened to see Lal not wearing a monotonous white coat. He was wearing a loose beige sweater, and his blond hair was loosely curled on his back. Unnaturally scrubbing the dishes in the sink.Zora stopped hesitantly, looking at the bathed in the twilight, wiping the dishes on the counter, lowering her head from time to time and pushing the frame of the nose bridge up and down with her shoulders, Lal, who looked no different from an ordinary housewife .

She rarely cooks, and rarely has such a warm side.Thinking of this, Zora felt an inexplicable touch in her heart, but then thought about the young master who beat the enemy who was sitting peacefully in the living room watching TV...

Zora went in with a dark face as if she had eaten a whole bowl of dry vinegar.

Lal, who seemed to be insensitive to everything, turned his head, with a cigarette butt hanging from his mouth, his emerald eyes flashed, and with a warm smile as usual, he lowered his tongue and threw out the cigarette butt. Regardless of the wet hands, he held her face and kissed her loudly on the side.

"It's like this as soon as it comes up, a mouthful of cigarettes." Although she complained, she didn't feel dissatisfied at all.

Lal squinted his eyes and smiled with satisfaction, his expectant face was clearly visible.

Having nothing to do with her child-like attitude, Zora also kissed back under the woman's gentle gaze.

It was obvious that Lal was truly indifferent and terribly indifferent when dealing with others. She still remembered that when she first left Meteor Street, a dirty child would be kicked elsewhere mercilessly if she begged for Lal.

When she left her cheeks, Zora realized that her complexion was very bad. Her cheeks were extremely pale, as if she had suffered a serious illness, and the edges of the bandages could be seen in the loose long gown. She thought about it and recalled that she had a relationship with Yi not long ago. The phone call that I missed.

I'm afraid it was at that time that he died, right?

"You guys haven't eaten yet, I'll heat up some time left." The omnipotent Lal touched her cheek, and turned around to heat up the meal with a warm face.

She hesitated to speak and looked at the back, silent.I don't know if this is Lal's choice. From the time she can remember, she grew up listening to Lal's words. In her opinion, Lal is an independent and extremely strong woman, and once she makes a decision, she will Don't want others to interfere.

"The hot water is ready, you can use it."

"kindness."

She responded in a low voice, and received the hot water amidst Lal's soft hum. The pungent potion smell lingered at the tip of her nose, and the bloody smell lingering in it was thin but noticeable.Her fingers trembled and she squeezed the pot handle tightly, but she still didn't say a word.She was a little angry for a moment, but was immediately pulled back to her senses by Lal's voice.

"I don't have to worry about Zora. Don't think about these things. I can solve them."

Zora looked at the eyes under the semi-reflective lens complicatedly, raised a smile and nodded.

The atmosphere in the living room is much more peaceful than here. After Zora left, Ilmi and Qiya both watched the family ethics drama together. The two brothers commented on how old-fashioned the plot was, as if It was like nothing had happened to them before.

So much so that when Zora came over, her powerlessness broke through the sky, and she really didn't want to comment on the two brothers at all.

Even at the end of the dinner, Il fans didn't say a word about the relationship between the two of them, and the chat between him and Lal never stopped, or rather than chatting, it would be better to say that only Lal was talking non-stop .Zora felt that she was a little nervous, uncle, please say a few words, tell me, did your family mention Qi Ya, did you mention that it was time for him to find a wife or you should find a wife, did you say anything? But what are the standards? Although she feels that it is not up to standard at all, you can say something!Or just tell me if you think I'm pleasing to the eye or something...

Zora waved away the roar in her heart with a blank face, feeling that the style of painting just now was not her at all.

When tidying up her and Kiya's tableware and soaking them in the sink to wash, Kiya ran in while Lal was telling a joke to Illmi, grabbed Zora's waist, and then turned around. Just bring her into the storage room, and the door is opened and closed in one go.

His nervous movement first made Zhuo La goosebumps all over her body. She patted the hand that was still around her waist, and Zhuo La whispered, "Let go, I can't breathe."

The items in the storage room have been stored for a long time, and they are somewhat dusty. The dust raised when she came in just now made her nose itchy. She turned her head and sneezed twice before feeling the real feeling of the soles of her feet touching the ground.

"Sorry, hello, Zora—"

He spoke hastily.

Zora raised her hand to turn on the light in the storage room. The sudden bright light caught Qi Ya a little off guard. He hugged her waist and squinted his eyes for a while, and got stuck in half of what he just said.

"What's the matter, in a hurry?"

"Ah, I just want to ask, what is the relationship between that guy Yiermi and that woman...and you know him?"

These are two thorny questions, let alone she does not know the relationship between Yiermi and Lal.

The latter is obviously set up by FLAG. If you don’t answer well, it will easily develop into【I care about her, but she doesn’t tell me anything】【What is she hiding from me】【Does she not want me to worry】【Could it be? Do not trust me] such a situation.

Zora felt that she was really trying to die before, she did not know how many things like this, it seems that she will suffer in the future.It's not just talking about self-inflicted crimes.

After hesitating for a while, she still decided to tell the truth, "I met your elder brother on Meteor Street, but I don't know him very well, so I'll tell you the details later... and that's Lal, she saved Irmi .”

Seeing his relieved expression, his brows and eyes softened, Zora knew that her decision was right. She just wanted to reach out to touch Qi Ya's soft hair, but she was hugged by the waist. It sticks to him tightly.

Hey what's going on?

Is the plot going too fast?

Before the question could be uttered, Qi Ya's face magnified infinitely, and the young man's clear and bright eyes were in his field of vision, and then his lips overlapped with each other, breathing intertwined.

As always, there is a charming light touch and caress, followed by wanton penetration and entanglement.

She didn't dislike the extremely personal predatory style, she tiptoed around his neck, in exchange for a more violent attack from the other party, and the palms climbed to the back of her head, and the hands around her waist became tighter, both sides Their bodies were pressed together without any gaps.

Just when Zora was about to feel that this kid was too pushy, the door slammed open from the outside.

Lal and Yiermi stood on the left and on the right, looking at them with a gloomy expression, and a strong sense of sight came over them.