sbdcsierra Chapter 258 Family and Country in Dire Straits (28)
Chapter 258 Family and Country in Dire Straits (28)
He Yanshen saw the undisguised killing intent in the young man's eyes and knew that Gu Yao was not joking with him.
Seeing that the person was in a daze, Gu Yao pushed the butterfly knife in his hand up two more inches.
He was feeling very dizzy and had no interest in arguing with He Yanshen.
"Detective He, don't you want to talk?"
The young man's tone was somewhat unsteady, as if he were a little drunk, but the strength in his hands did not lessen in the slightest.
Those misty eyes were also clear.
He Yanshen opened his mouth, gritted his teeth, and decided to take a gamble.
"August 10th, Grand Hyatt".
Gu Yao's expression changed, and the blade in his hand made another cut on He Yanshen's neck.
"who are you?"
Seeing Gu Yao's reaction, He Yanshen knew he had made the right bet.
"Comrade Gu Yao, He Yanshen, the head of the Communist Party's intelligence in Shanghai, requests your help."
Gu Yao pursed her lips, but did not immediately believe He Yanshen's words.
He Yanshen wanted to say something more, but his gaze caught sight of Yan Yu, who was walking hurriedly from around the corner with an angry expression.
He shoved Gu Yao aside. "Meet at the newsstand at six o'clock tomorrow."
He Yanshen reached up and touched the bloodstains on his neck, pulled up his inner clothes, then lowered his head and quickly walked away past Yan Yu.
Gu Yao had already sheathed the blade in his sleeve.
He turned to look at Yan Yu, who was rushing over.
Yan Yu stopped in front of the restroom door.
The two stood two steps apart, but neither dared to take the first step.
The moment Gu Yao saw Yan Yu, his tense nerves relaxed.
Yan Yu's gaze was fixed on the person in front of him, as if he wanted to skin him alive.
Mr.
His husband.
Yan Yu stared at Gu Yao's somewhat dazed eyes, his slightly damp black hair, and the face that haunted his dreams in the dead of night, the face he longed for day and night but could never have.
Her face was still flushed.
It held a fatal attraction for Yan Yu.
Every bit of the man was something he wanted to hold onto tightly.
Every inch of skin and every strand of hair was exactly how much he loved it.
Yan Yu took a deep breath.
He picked at his fingertips, feeling a sharp pain, before finally suppressing the urge to meld this person into his very bones.
There is no rush.
Don't scare him.
Yan Yu stepped forward first.
But Gu Yao couldn't bear the intense gaze. He looked away and took a step back, but Yan Yu pressed on relentlessly.
Until they were forced to the sink.
Yan Yu looked at Gu Yao, who was keeping his head down and not daring to look at her, and felt that her husband had become increasingly thin.
He could hold them all in his arms.
He leaned down slightly and whispered in Gu Yao's ear, "What's wrong, sir? Don't you recognize me?"
The voice beside him was deep and seductive, like a feather gently brushing against Gu Yao's heart.
It gave him goosebumps all over his body.
The air was filled with the sandalwood scent emanating from Yan Yu.
He couldn't tell what day it was.
The sandalwood seemed to react with the alcohol in my body, turning into dizzying bubbles that exploded in my mind.
The frying left Gu Yao completely dazed.
They are both sandalwood.
But he just felt that Yan Yu smelled better.
He wanted to get closer.
Get even closer.
But subconsciously it was telling him not to do it.
why?
This person smells really good.
He loved it.
I want to get closer...
Yan Yu waited for a long time, but Gu Yao was still in a daze.
He was a little puzzled.
She thought she had scared Gu Yao.
He was getting anxious and tried to straighten up.
"Sir, I'm sorry, you..." Don't be angry.
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Yu, who had been straightening up, was suddenly pulled back down by the person in front of him.
Their noses touched, their breaths mingled.
Yan Yu stared at the person in front of him, not daring to move.
The young man's skin was delicate and shimmered under the bright, almost blinding light. At such close range, Yan Yu could clearly see the white downy hair on his face.
The young man's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he dared not close his eyes.
Gu Yao, however, did not notice Yan Yu's nervousness. His arm, which was around Yan Yu's neck, slid down a little, and his fingertips gently pinched the back of Yan Yu's neck.
It is an extremely dangerous posture.
If Gu Yao had even the slightest intention to kill.
At this moment, Yan Yu was practically a dead man.
Yan Yu, however, had no intention of resisting whatsoever.
He stared intently at the person in front of him, restraining his restless hand.
He wanted to see what else his husband would do.
His calloused knuckles slid across his neck as Gu Yao looked at the person before him, whom he could do as he pleased, and smiled gently.
Her smile was extremely beautiful.
It shattered Yan Yu's soul.
The Adam's apple rolls slightly.
Yan Yu felt an inexplicable heat; even though he wasn't the one who was drunk, he felt like he was.
Otherwise, how could my mind be so unclear?
With a flick of his slender, white index finger, he lifted the handsome face that was looking at him at eye level.
The distance between the two increased slightly, and only then could Yan Yu clearly see the expression on Gu Yao's face.
Her fair face was flushed with the light red of alcohol. She took off her glasses, revealing her beautiful eyes, which were slightly hazy and misty, like the thin mist that permeates the autumn morning.
It was covered by a light veil.
The troublemaker, however, seemed completely oblivious, and gently touched Yan Yu's Adam's apple.
His prominent Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
Yan Yu suddenly felt a dry mouth and throat.
If this continues, he can't guarantee he can hold back.
Mr.
His husband.
Gu Yao standing there doing nothing was incredibly attractive to him, let alone his current proactive demeanor.
But Gu Yao's eyes were so clear and innocent.
This innocent appearance made Yan Yu feel that his own thoughts and ideas were exceptionally filthy.
He took a deep breath and reached out to grab Gu Yao's hand, but Gu Yao gently slapped it away.
Gu Yao seemed to have discovered something amusing, and reached out to touch his protruding Adam's apple again.
The delicate skin touched his neck, and Yan Yu felt a chill run down his spine; his body stiffened.
He had inappropriate thoughts and acted inappropriately...
In his semi-drunken state, Gu Yao was exceptionally assertive, not allowing Yan Yu to make a move, while simultaneously harboring an intense curiosity about every inch of Yan Yu's body.
Yan Yu was cornered against the wall, gripping the edge of the sink, and tiptoed slightly, trying to avoid Gu Yao's hand.
Gu Yao did not give him that chance.
He was like a curious little animal, sniffing lightly at Yan Yu's neck, trying to capture the sandalwood scent that should have calmed the mind.
In a deserted corner, for the first time, their breathing became erratic.