Dice has to give me spoilers for the plot of Ke Xue

With the dim light of the wall lamp, Riya focused on the pattern of the ceiling for a while.

But the more I want to see clearly, the fog that was initially thin in front of my eyes is transpiring and rising more and more densely. On the contrary, the sense of touch is always clear and distinct.

If it is all alcohol's effect, then the effect seems to come too late.

If I have to describe it, it probably means that my physique is fairly healthy, and it is fairly easy to adapt to the situation where I am fully prepared and my feelings are always noticed.

To put it more accurately, it was like trying to drink brandy, which was more acceptable than she thought.

But at such a close distance, of course she also noticed that this care, which has now exceeded the usual range, is almost like caring for precious porcelain, but it has almost become a torture for both parties.

"It feels like asking for trouble..." murmured, but the voice was so low that only he could hear it clearly.

With the other party's attention focused, her slight distraction was quickly noticed.

The curly-haired young man tilted his head slightly, rubbed his fingertips against her unsuspecting delicate palm, and his deep voice was subconsciously soft and hoarse: "Are you still feeling a little uncomfortable?"

"It's much better now." After a little hesitation, she couldn't help but sigh, "Zhenping..."

"Ok?"

"I'm not that fragile." Li Ya said seriously.

"What happened to my wrist that day was really just accidentally twisted, and it has nothing to do with you." She said that she was fully responsible for it, but she couldn't say it outright, and now she can only explain it as best she can, "So don't Worrying about me too much."

"You don't have to be so careful, and you don't have to keep suppressing your feelings to accommodate me... If I'm the only one being taken care of, I won't be happy at all, I'll just feel guilty."

She raised her eyes and looked into the black eyes that were darker than usual bright under the dim light. Her eyes were slightly bent and she made a firm declaration:

"Even if you are a little bit more self-willed... I will accept everything."

After quietly listening, Matsuda stared at her clear pupils with downcast eyes, fell silent for a few seconds, and then smiled slightly with raised eyebrows.

"I understand."

"...Then, if you go beyond the limit, you can directly ask me to stop at any time." In the end, he put his palm against the other party's soft, harmless face, and responded slowly.

Slightly relieved, Riya nodded affirmatively: "I didn't ask... Wait a minute!"

Caught off guard, she uncontrollably opened her eyes wide.

The curly-haired young man tilted his head, and a wicked smile flashed in his dark eyes: "It turns out that this is still within the acceptable range...or do you want to stop?"

"..." She was temporarily speechless.

"I'll take it as permission." With a smiling and meaningful voice,

Then, the concentration of mist seems to rise again.

At noon, Metropolitan Police Department.

"What happened to the coffee?"

When he entered the door, he saw the curly-haired subordinate staring at the coffee liquid with a dignified expression, looking absent-minded, and Nomiya Saburo asked casually in a strange way.

"It's nothing," Matsuda Jinpei swallowed a mouthful of the brown drink hastily after waking up from distraction, and subconsciously replied, "The taste is quite smooth."

"It sounds like wine tasting." Nomiya Police Department commented casually.

The curly-haired young man pressed his lips, his eyes couldn't help but fluttered for a moment, and then he calmed down his thoughts in an instant, and returned to work.

Originally, it was just casual chatting, and Saburo Nomiya didn't care too much about whether he got an answer, so he went straight to his desk and sat down, flipping through the stack of documents on the left hand side.

This is the part that was disposed of on behalf of yesterday.

Even judging by his standards, everything is within a reasonable frame, coupled with fluent handwriting, it looks quite pleasing to the eye; what's more, judging from past experience, the efficiency is not inferior.

Having a subordinate with outstanding ability is really a lot of peace of mind.At least he seldom has to work overtime now, which is enough to ensure that the daily affairs of the search team will not be left behind outside the meetings of the police.

This joyful mood almost turned into relief after turning on the computer to check for new emails.

——Obviously on vacation, even the hospital bombing yesterday has been sorted out and a complete work report has been handed in.

Therefore, a conscientious boss also needs the cooperation of excellent subordinates.With such reliable subordinates, he inevitably took more care to train them. He even gave the green light to such trivial matters as asking for leave, and never stopped them.

Of course, this kind of connivance is also inseparable from the encounter more than ten years ago, and he does not deny this.

After all, seeing the child whose life was changed by him not only got away from the shadows that he shouldn't have been in contact with, but also walked on the sunny Corning Avenue under his never-intentional push...

Although no one can say anything about this kind of transformation that I witnessed with my own eyes, the immeasurable sense of accomplishment and the joy of helping those in need are enough to make people feel comforted, and feel that there are some unusual values ​​in life.

Picking up his coffee cup, the Nomiya Police Department followed the same sense of ritual as before, approached and sniffed lightly, and soon felt a sense of happiness from the bottom of his heart in the slightly bitter mellow aroma.

Sure enough, he still enjoys the taste of coffee more than the pungent smell of alcohol.

at dusk.

Coming out of the Metropolitan Police Department, Matsuda Jinpei was not in a hurry to go home, but went to the store to have dinner first, and packed a copy to take with him.

After opening the door of the apartment, he didn't go in directly as usual. Instead, he put down the food first, found the key different from his own on the coffee table, and then went to the neighbor's house. After a while, he carried the paper bag The loaded laundry is back again.

In the last step, he took the paper bag and food, knocked on the door lightly, and entered the bedroom.

Now it's autumn, and the sky is getting dark at this moment, so the people in the room have already turned on the lights, and are nestling comfortably in the middle of the quilt, reading a book.

"I'm back." He temporarily put the food and clothes on the table.

In response, Riya gave back a standard smile casually.

...then continue on to the book.

He had already taken off his jacket when he entered the door. At this moment, Matsuda Jinhei looked at the obviously loose shirt on the other person, which was almost the same as his own. While smiling, he naturally sat over and pulled the person into his arms.

Raising her hand to straighten her loose neckline, the curly-haired youth tilted his head slightly: "Riya, are you still angry?"

"No." She replied without hesitation.

"It's just because I found out that the skirt was broken in the morning and couldn't be replaced, so I couldn't go out all day," she casually turned over a page, and she deliberately emphasized the pronunciation, "I'm not angry at all, I even finished it with your computer Report, I found a good novel in your bookshelf, and I had dinner before you came back, and I am in a very good mood now."

"My fault, I didn't catch the problem in time in the morning."

It was indeed his fault, Matsuda Jinpei quickly apologized with a good attitude, and glanced at the book that seemed to be more attractive than himself: "Are you reading this book this afternoon?"

"More than that, I finished reading the complete works of Sherlock Holmes in the afternoon. This is just changed."

Speaking of the reading experience in the afternoon, it is undeniable that it was quite enjoyable, Riya unconsciously raised a smile: "Your taste in buying books is really interesting."

Not to mention professional books related to mechanical theory, construction, and bombs. Detective novels range from classics to the hottest new issues of this year. In addition, there are even a few philosophical books... These are only part of the bedroom bookshelf .

She is much calmer now than in the morning. After all, she has no clothes so she can't go out or anything... Who would want this kind of experience!

So I must thank Sherlock Holmes, the unique consultant detective in the world, whose charm through time and space helped her calm down her depression.

Not only that, but now she has completely fallen in love with detective novels, and decided to buy a collection of Sherlock Holmes collections to keep at home in the future.

But Matsuda Jinpei couldn't let her go when she saw that she was planning to continue watching and had no time for others.

Although it's a good thing not to be really angry, but seeing that the book seems to be much more attractive than him, it's hard to be really happy.

Shaking his girlfriend's shoulder lightly, he slowed down his voice and turned back to the topic calmly: "If you still feel unhappy, how can I make up for it?"

"Compensation?" Riya was taken aback by his question.

But now her mind is focused on the newly brought book, and she lacks interest in it: "You don't need it?"

But this doesn't mean that she can really concentrate on reading... Such a strong gaze from the side can't make people concentrate at all.

She failed to concentrate a few times, and she became a little impatient. After staring at him with her head tilted and frowning for a few seconds, she raised her hand and took off the loose black tie that she had worn on purpose.

The curly-haired young man just raised his head slightly to facilitate her movements, and at the same time watched her next move curiously.

Since he didn't intend to resist, Riya was unceremonious, pulled off the tie, pulled it slightly to look at the length, and then raised the cool cloth to cover the curly hair with his eyebrows and eyes caught off guard.

By the way, there is a beautiful bow tie on the back of the head.

After the action was completed, she tilted her head and looked at it for a few seconds, admiring her work, and then continued to pick up the book with satisfaction.

"—Place it?" Matsuda Jinpei thought about it, saying that he accepted it well.

It has to be said that even with his eyes covered and slightly messy curly hair, he still looks pleasing to the eye, and even presents a strange charm that is different from usual.

But his eyes stayed there for a few seconds, and Liya decided that he had to be firmer and not be shaken so easily.

For this reason, she deliberately moved a little bit, trying to create a distance... Although she was stopped immediately, she sat back down again.

Glancing at someone's unconscious hand, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I'm just curious about the content of the book," the curly-haired young man tightened his arms, protracted his tone as he lowered his head, his lazy voice was filled with laughter, "I want to hear you read it to me."

"Study? It's okay."

This request was reasonable, and Riya complied with his intention, holding up the book in a trapped posture, quickly flipping back to the title page, and came to the main text Chapter 1.

"There are many bookstores in small cities, and this is one of the most common, but Mr. Osjean just likes it."

"...A new customer came in with him, familiar with him - don't make trouble." Although the curly hair is very soft, but rubbing it over and rubbing it, the numb and itchy touch is still very disturbing.

And not just hair.

"Because it feels like Riya is very hot," Matsuda Jinpei casually threw out all the cloth that was in the way, and nodded in satisfaction, "Isn't this much better?"

"..."

"What did the customer do familiarly, I want to continue listening." Although he couldn't see through the tie, he still raised his lowered eyes for a moment, paused for a while, and then urged with a smile.

Glancing at him in warning, Riya turned his attention back to the page: "The customer greeted the detective by putting his hand on the detective's shoulder in a familiar way...don't make trouble...the detective is a little confused...he said, um—— "

After reading two and a half lines, she was forced to stop talking this time.

"Why 'huh'? Isn't that like what a detective would say?" A few minutes later, Matsuda Jinpei gave her breath again, while laughing, trying to find fault in a slow manner.

She is not stupid, no matter how dull she is, she realizes that this is a deliberate mess and has no intentions, but she is a little unwilling to compromise easily: "I want to finish this book..."

"Well, I just want to hear Riya read it to me...can't I?"

She couldn't help but the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. Having said that, even the strands of hair are not pure now.

The discussion failed, so she had no choice but to persevere, at least to show unyielding willpower: "Then I will continue to read... He said, it is really a destiny to meet you, why not sit down... Hiss, wait—"

"Sorry, am I in a hurry?" Hearing her uncontrollable whisper, the curly-haired young man raised his head and kissed the corner of her mouth in a hurry, his serious tone was innocent, but his behavior showed no regrets, "Go on You must be more careful when you come down."

……

I can't count the number of times it was overloaded, and I felt the heat from my side again, and I couldn't cry anymore. I closed my eyes and pushed him tremblingly with my fingertips: "I won't continue..."

"It's over tonight, I promise."

It sounded like her voice was hoarse, and Matsuda Jinpei didn't bother her anymore, but just held her in his arms a little, and calmed her down.

But after waiting for a while, he really didn't do anything anymore, and Riya finally relaxed, and when he was drowsy, he suddenly heard a muffled laugh from beside him.

"...Sorry...I will be more careful next time."

So you also know that this time is too much.

If it wasn't true that he couldn't lift his hand, Liya would have pushed this insatiable and greedy guy to the ground every minute.

"Forgive me," but she was physically and mentally exhausted at the moment, so she had no choice but to verbally refuse, "I don't want to read books this month."