[Demon Slayer: Blade] The fiancé is always incompetent and furious

Something tells me I can't wait until night.

If you have anything to say, if you want to know where the maid is--be careful, you can't wait until night.

I grabbed Mr. Jun Guo's hand: "Wait a minute."

He paused slightly, but didn't get up and leave immediately.I observed the expression on his face, Mei Hong's eyes were dull and cold, looking down at me from above, it seemed even more difficult to deal with than when he was angry.

"Are you angry?" I asked knowingly.

Mr. Jun Guo did not break away from my hand.

"What do you want to say?"

I grabbed his sleeve, realized that the cuff was crumpled by me, and let go quickly.

"……sorry."

A strange sense of bewilderment.

The lingering sense of familiarity lingers in my heart. It seems that this scene has been repeated many times. I lower my head and honestly apologize: "It's all my fault. I was reckless. Please..."

"You want to intercede for those people?"

I raised my head, and Mr. Jun Guo looked at me expressionlessly.

"Those people" are naturally the servants in the mansion who take care of me, including the maid who has disappeared since I woke up.

I didn't expect Mr. Jun Guo to say plural people, so I forgot to respond for a moment.

It is really hard for Mr. Yiwozuo to have such an unpredictable boss.

"Mr. Jun Guo..." I tried to speak.

But he withdrew his hand, and said in a cold tone without any room for maneuver, "We'll talk about this matter after you recover from your injury."

Mr. Jun Guo is a person who is used to giving orders. He never bows his head, and he will never compromise with anyone. That kind of arrogance that has been in a high position for a long time is a high wall that no one can cross.

He didn't want to talk about it anymore, and no matter what I did for the next week, he didn't let go.

The new servants were trembling, and the atmosphere in the mansion was dull and depressing.

Mr. Junguo, who created this low pressure, is doing business as usual in his daily life and work.

Today's lunch is beef stew and French onion soup.

I finished the soup, ate the stewed vegetables and potatoes cleanly, and when I put down the knife and fork, the silverware fell to the plate with a clatter.

"I'm full, please continue to eat slowly."

The walnut bench made a lot of noise on the wooden floor, Mr. Jun Guo frowned slightly, and raised his head in displeasure:

"Today."

I ignored him.

Getting angry was not his only prerogative.

Recently, I insisted on turning my back to him at night and not saying a word during the day. If I had to use one word to describe the current state, then we might be in a cold war.

Cold War - what a novelty that word is.But there was no fluctuation in my heart, so I was also motionless on the surface.

In the afternoon, it began to rain outside.

The sky was shrouded in gloomy clouds, and the sun disappeared.I lay down by the window, and heard a bang, the rain that had been accumulated for a long time seemed to be ordered, and came with the rolling thunder.

I didn't close the window.

The icy cold rain was blown in obliquely by the wind, and there were no people on the street outside. It seemed that there was only the sound of continuous rain in the whole world, and the misty scenery was everywhere.

If the cat is still there, I can bury my face in its soft belly.

I don't know why I want cats: maybe it's because I feel lonely, maybe it's because I think cats are my own kind, nondescript outsiders in this mansion.

The cat didn't belong here, so the cat ran away and never came back.

But I can't run.I could only lie down by the window and watch the raindrops beating on the glass window, breaking into winding water marks and flowing down.

I thought everything would get better with time, but the surrounding scenery and people are still as strange as the day I stepped into the gate.

My life is a misplaced puzzle, an oil painting of strange colors hanging in the room.The only person I feel familiar with is Mr. Junguo, but we are in a cold war recently, and my last little friend who can chat is gone.

……a little.

Just a little lonely.

I pressed my hand to the cold glass.

"Today."

Mr. Jun Guo's footsteps are always silent.

I turned my head and saw that he had put on an extra black long coat over his suit shirt and vest. There was no emotion on his handsome and dignified face, and his cool and thin lips were slightly pursed, as if he was enduring something.

He spoke slowly, squeezing out a voice from the depths of his throat with great reluctance: "Do you want to go out?"

After a few minutes.

I ran downstairs, and was dragged back by Mr. Jun Guo before I stepped into the rain.

Oh yes, umbrella.

Mr. Jun Guo brought an umbrella.I didn't ask him where he was going, even if he was just going to buy a coffee at the corner shop, I'd be fine.

I would love to have it.

I followed Mr. Jun Guo, he seldom went out during the day, it was rainy today, there were few pedestrians on the street outside, the tram was passing through the mist, the clear ringing of the bell was covered by the sound of the rain, and it disappeared into the distance.

Mr. Junguo held an umbrella without saying a word, his pale and handsome face was framed by curly black hair, his eye sockets were sunken with light shadows, and his face seemed a bit gloomy.

But his face has been gloomy recently. I think he may not have slept well at night, or his "stupid" subordinates have not met his expectations.In short, there are always various ways to make him unhappy in this world.

I didn't think it was a good idea to be bouncing and gleefully by myself, so I slowed down too, trying to keep my expression heavy.

When Mr. Jun Guo stopped, I raised my head subconsciously and found that we had arrived at Tokyo Station in the Shin Ohashi district.

The majestic Western-style building stands in the rain curtain, and well-dressed people are coming and going. I saw a familiar figure in the crowd at a glance. Because the distance is a bit far, the maid lady didn't seem to notice the existence of me and Mr. Junguo.

It's been a while since she's lost weight and her cheeks lack color, but otherwise she doesn't look afflicted.Carrying a small suitcase, she climbed up the steps through the crowd and handed the ticket to the staff at the ticket gate.

In just a moment, that figure from the back has disappeared from my field of vision.

I looked at Mr. Jun Guo, he didn't seem to intend to say anything.

On the way back, the rain lightened a little.

The sound of the pattering rain was broken into pieces, and the transparent raindrops fell along the edge of the umbrella, pattering, and shattered into crystal splashes at the feet.

I looked at the ground in front of my feet, the shallow puddles reflected the gray sky.

Mr. Junguo was holding an umbrella, unable to free his hand to hold me.

The journey home was quite long, I thought about it for a long time, and quietly raised my hand to grab the corner of his suit jacket.

Mr. Jun Guo's figure paused, and then took another step.

When we got back to the mansion, the street lights gradually lit up on both sides of the road.

The housekeeper who was waiting at the door saw Mr. Jun Guo's shoulders wet by the rain, and his usually steady expression seemed to crack for a moment.There was no need for him to issue orders, and the servants around hurriedly ran to heat the hot water.The hem of my kimono skirt was only partially wet by the rain, and I was surrounded by the maids and pushed into the bathroom.

When I came out of the shower, the first thing I saw was Mr. Jun Guo sitting on the sofa reading a book.He seemed to be lost in thought, for it was a moment before he looked up.

I didn't expect him to appear in the room. My hair is half wet now, and I haven't had time to dry it in the future. I just wanted to remind him a few words tactfully, but Mr. Jun Guo has already got up and walked over.

The maid next to her quietly handed over the towel, and she didn't forget to close the door when she left.

click.The world is quiet.

"..."

I stood there with bare feet, and the wooden floor was a little cold, but fortunately, there was a carpet, and it didn't make people feel cold when I stepped on it.

I looked left and right, and finally raised my eyelids.

"Mr. Jun Guo?"

I didn't see his expression, because the soft and dry towel suddenly came down and blocked my view.

"Stand still."

I froze for a moment.

Mr. Jun Guo didn't seem to help someone brush his hair.

The clock on the wall is ticking, the rain is dripping in the night, and the foggy windows are filled with dim lights.

I saw myself in my reflection in the window, and I also saw Mr. Jun Guo.

His movements were very rusty, and the water droplets kept dripping down my hair, and fell on my skirt, leaving shallow water marks.He seemed to be frowning, stopped in dissatisfaction, pulled the coat over the back of the sofa, raised his hand and put it on my shoulders.

With a poof, I heard myself laugh.

"I can just do it myself." I raised my head, the towel slid down with my movements, the bright light came into my eyes, Mr. Jun Guo looked down at me, and I suddenly realized that I didn't seem to smile for a while.

Mr. Jun Guo, who looked at me for a moment, was different from usual, his plum red eyes seemed to be suppressing a strange temperature.

"……What's wrong?"

Just as I was about to ask him this question, Mr. Junguo cupped my face and suddenly kissed it.

It was a short kiss, and the cold and soft touch was gone as soon as it was touched, because it was not expected by anyone, even Mr. Jun Guo himself seemed to be surprised.

He came back to his senses, unconsciously stroking my cheek with his fingers.When he looked down at me, his plum red eyes narrowed slightly, as if he would open his mouth to question me in the next moment:

what have you done?

But this sentence should be said by me.

The look in his eyes darkened, something was struggling and was about to burst out of the dark corner.I thought I was dazzled, because I clearly saw the dark pupils erected like beasts.

I opened my mouth, and the voice came to my lips: "...Mr. Junguo?"

"Don't call that name."

Mr. Jun Guo held the back of my neck to prevent me from escaping, and lowered his head again to bite the corner of my lip.

I had to stand on tiptoe and hold on to his shirt to keep myself from falling.This kiss was slightly longer than before, like a temptation, like a traveler in the desert looking for water, a lost person in the wind and snow is attracted by the fire, hiding a desire that I didn't realize.

Mr. Jun Guo slightly loosened the hand that was fixed on the back of my head, he seemed to be planning to pull back, and he seemed to really want to do so.

I thought the kiss was over, but Mr. Jun Guo suddenly picked me up and put me on the table.I heard the sound of things rolling down, and he swept it away irritably, and everything on the table fell to the floor with a clatter.

Something shattered, something gurgled and rolled for a long distance, hitting the corner of the sofa before stopping.

"No next time." He lowered his voice, not knowing who he was threatening.

That weird sense of division came back.

I seem to be watching my other half from a strange angle, calm, rational, and without any emotion.

Mr. Jun Guo put his arms around my waist and asked me to face him.I tightly grasped the edge of the desk, my body kept bending back, and finally I could only raise my arms to hug his neck.

I was so overwhelmed by him, I tried my best to adjust my breathing, trying to catch my breath between kisses.

The night rain outside the window was pattering, the continuous rain curtain blended with the darkness, and the misty glass windows were smeared with dim light and shadow.

The suit jacket covering his shoulders slipped off at some point, Mr. Junguo's shirt was wrinkled by my grasp, and his curly black hair was also a little messy, but he didn't seem to notice this.

He stroked my back, bowed his head and kissed my slightly damp hair.

"Today."

As I pressed against his cold and hard chest, I suddenly seemed to hear the sound of a silent heart beating slowly.

The author has something to say: I would like to make a statement here: I don’t mind what kind of cp you use, happiness is the most important thing, really

If you feel unhappy... you can come and step on my tail【Shy】【x

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