"What's going on around you..."
Before Ahmed finished speaking, the cell phone on the coffee table rang, Afra's cell phone.
She turned off the hair dryer and picked up the phone. Before it was close to her ear, a clear and loud girl's voice sounded on the other side: "Sister, sister! Is Ahmed with you?"
It's Yara. Afra silently glanced at Ahmed, who was close at hand, and said to herself that with your voice, you would have to call over even if you weren't around. She looked at Ahmed and coughed lightly: "He's not here."
Yara immediately said: "Great. I was just about to tell you, who is he, and why is he being targeted by Secret Words? Sister, why is he pestering you?"
Afra got stuck and made up a sentence: "We... have a good relationship. We are in love."
"Really, we have known each other for so many years, and I don't believe that anyone is more attracted to you than me." Yara complained unscrupulously, "He is just good-looking. Sister, you won't forget about your sister just because he is handsome!"
Afra: "How is that possible? You are the cutest in the world."
"Of course." Yara replied with satisfaction, "Sister, how are your hands? Does it still hurt when it rains..."
Her hands? Ahmed's eyes fell on her right hand, and he remembered that Yara had examined her right hand very carefully.
"How long ago did that happen? It's been over a long time ago." Afra said indifferently, "You just called to chat today?"
"No," Yara said. "First, I want to ask you about Ahmed so that you don't be deceived by him. Good-looking men are the best at lying. Second, I want to tell you that the captain and I will go find you tomorrow. , the traces of the knife-wielding Muna disappeared around your house. Sister, you live in a remote area and the monitoring facilities are not in place to locate his specific location."
"Around my house?" Afra frowned.
"Yes." Yara continued, "Both the captain and I will protect you! This is the director's order. You can't refuse even if you want."
Afra glanced at her warm but small home and sighed sadly: "Okay, do you want food and accommodation included?"
"Yeah, of course. You can eat at my sister's house and wait until you die. That's great."
After hanging up the phone, Afra and Ahmed looked at each other for a moment. She silently understood the other person's eyes and asked sadly: "Young Master, do you also want to live in my house?"
"It's not the eldest young master," he said, "it can be the snail girl."
"Okay, Master Tianluo." Afra pulled him to the second bedroom, tidied up the pillows and bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and stuffed the little bear on the bedside into the cabinet. "This is my brother's bedroom. I haven't seen it in so many years." If you have to sleep with someone else... just sleep here for a while, I'll keep it pretty clean."
This was the second time Ahmed heard her mention her brother. He couldn't help but ask: "What's my brother's name? Does he go to school in another place?"
"My name is Adil." She closed the curtain on the small window and replied without looking back, "He died a long time ago."
Ahmed was stunned for a moment: "Sorry..."
"Oh, it's okay. The world won't change without anyone. It's all over now." Afra calmly sat on the bed and tried her flexibility. "Adil hasn't actually lived at home for a few days. Don't you mind?"
"Won't."
"Okay." She patted Master Tianluo on the shoulder, walked out and closed the door behind her, saying, "Good night." ...
Afra went to work and met with her parents. She felt very embarrassed. After answering the message on her mobile phone, she got into the quilt to catch up on her sleep today.
The lights went out, and a thin gauze curtain fell in front of the window. The moonlight passed through the gauze like water, and the gauze blurred the light, lingering softly around the window like a handful of mist.
The clock hands point to two o'clock in the morning.
There was a slight knock on the door. She didn't lock the door. She just turned the handle to open it. Ahmed walked in very gently and sat on the edge of the bed, wandering in a daze for a while.
There are traces of knife-wielding people around... This is not a good sign. Ahmed thought quietly, it was probably because of him that he came. The original attack had proved that the secret language was well aware of his existence and was full of hostility.
Although Afra is very skilled, she is only a civilian employee of the Security Bureau after all, so she is still the most at ease under her nose... Ahmed stretched out his hand to tuck her into the bed, thinking naturally - he is a fox demon after all, even if he is a superpower It may not be possible to protect him, but it is more reliable for him to protect Afra.
Ahmed's tuck-in movement was very light, but she still felt the movement, turned over in a daze, and pressed his hand under her body.
This hand was pressed tightly against her tight waist. Ahmed twitched, but couldn't pull away immediately. He leaned down, gently pushed Afra's shoulder, and whispered: "Good boy, can you move to the other side?"
His voice was as soft as talking to a kitten on the roadside.
Afra didn't move.
Ahmed took a breath, already blushing a little. He used his other hand to lift her body, but because he didn't dare to move, not only was he pulled out, but he was wrapped around Afra like an octopus. He hugged her tightly with his hands and feet, using her as a soft pillow.
"Afra..." He called her, but the other party just buried her head and cupped his chest, showing no intention of letting go.
Ahmed felt very hot from being pressed, and he didn't know whether it was because he was anxious or because he was shy. He tried his best to gently pull her hand off, and was so anxious that his tail came out. A fluffy white fox tail came around, holding her waist like an extra hand, and pulled the wrapped leg towards her. Move over to the other side.
Afra cooperated obediently at first and was pushed off. When Ahmed was about to push the leg that was pressing down on him, she suddenly grunted reluctantly, pulled him and bit him hard.
pain...
Ahmed held her face, and she immediately let go, burying her head and humping him like a small animal. He didn't know what to say anymore, so he stretched out his hand to touch his collarbone, and felt a neat tooth mark that stung when touched, showing dots of bright red.
Afra's sleep quality has been very good recently.
She got up, washed up, and glanced at the messages on her phone. She had just changed her clothes when the doorbell rang as promised.
Opening the door, Yara, wearing a pink dress and carrying a small bag, rushed towards her. Although she was pretty and cute, she was quite strong. She knocked Afra back and staggered a step before she could hold her steady. The girl's fragrant shampoo smelled like a sweet strawberry in her arms.
"Sister!" Yara hugged her neck, almost hanging on her body, "I'm here to protect you!"
Behind her stood Salim, expressionless. Captain Salim was wearing a dark trench coat. He entered the room and closed the door. He skillfully took off his trench coat and hung it up. He grabbed Yara's small bag and hung it on the hanger at the door.
"Okay, you're here to protect me." When Afra talked to the girl, she was like talking to a kitten. She couldn't help but raise her throat a little, and said gently and gently, "Are you thirsty? There is strawberry milk in the refrigerator. "
Yara let go of her hand, got out and ran to the refrigerator to look at her milk.
"The director sent you both here." Afra said as he walked with Salim and poured him a glass of water. "There is no work in the bureau? So idle."
"The Secret Whispers matter is a top priority." Salim said, "So is your matter."
"Have the rebel organizations not done enough to attack me? The Dark River has been surviving like this. There are still three waves of attacks and assassinations a year. They are like leeks. They can't be cut all the way. I'm used to it. I thought I had settled down in the past two years, but it didn't last long."
"This is different." Salim took a sip of water. "The Dark River has almost been wiped out by you, and these counterattacks are just the remaining strength. But the secret word was..."
Afra yawned slightly and lowered her eyes.
Salim stopped talking and turned the glass in his hand. The two fell silent, both seeming to be thinking of the same thing.
After half a minute, Salim changed the topic: "Actually, it's fine for me to stay. Yara doesn't need to come too..."
"What are you talking about!" A pink ball suddenly emerged from behind the sofa and leaned forward to press on the back of the sofa on Afra's side. "I should just stay! It's inconvenient for you to stay at your sister's house."
Salim looked at her faintly and said coldly: "Are you a lesbian?"
Yara was shattered by these words, and her eyes widened in shock. Her dark pupils reflected Captain Salim's ruthless face. She stamped her foot, grabbed Afra's shoulders and said coquettishly: "Sister, look at him!"
"Don't talk nonsense." Afra quickly spoke for her, "Classmate Salim, your speech is becoming more and more sharp."
"That's right." Yara said, "How can you ask someone so directly? I hate it, she is a straight girl!"
After saying that, he walked around and fell into Afra's arms, squirming and arching in her arms.
Salim's eyes twitched when he saw it. He pressed his forehead, then moved it on his chest, and said patiently: "Can you stop going crazy?"
"I am the little baby in my sister's arms. There is a puppy that is jealous. I won't tell who it is-" Yara pinched her throat and spoke delicately.
Afra felt like she was a tool for their quarrel. She grabbed the pink ball in her arms and pulled her up, letting her sit quietly beside her. As soon as he pulled it up, he quickly rescued the glass in Salim's hand, almost letting him crush it.
Salim took a breath and stopped arguing with Yara for the time being. He asked Afra, "Have you just woken up? I'll make some noodles for you."
Afra coughed and said implicitly: "Someone is cooking. He went out to buy groceries."
"Someone..." Salim paused suddenly, his voice suddenly rising, "That male vixen hasn't left yet?!"
"How can you say a person is a vixen..."
"Why not?" Salim interrupted her, "I asked why knife-wielding men appeared around your house. These people may not be coming for you. They may just want to kill Ahmed. You are implicated by him. . If the knifeman discovers your identity, Afra, do you still want to live a peaceful life?"
"Oh, my little ancestor," Afra said, being so cruel to him, "Ahmed is a protector, wouldn't it be wrong to put him under your noses?"
"Okay, okay." Yara whispered in her ear, "It can make the captain angry to death. You see, he is already very angry. Who are you going to help when they fight..."
Afra was immediately stopped by the question and whispered to her in a low voice: "What if I don't help Ahmed and your captain beats him to death."
Just as he was saying this, the door rang. Ahmed was wearing a set of white casual clothes that were considered everyday home. He put the groceries he bought on the cabinet at the door and changed his shoes. He glanced over, prepared for the arrival of the two of them, and said hello lightly: "Good lunch. What would you like to eat? We provide a la carte service."
His reaction was too natural!
Afra looked at him, then at Salim who had "Kill this vixen to death sooner or later" written all over his face. He laughed dryly and said, "You can do whatever you want..."
"Barbecue fox." Salim squeezed out a few words.
Ahmed stopped changing his apron, turned to look at him, and said, "Wild foxes are protected animals."
"Really?" Salim stared at him and asked, "Then why did he come to someone's house? It smells like burning."
Afra heard something strange and asked Yara in a low voice: "Is he swearing?"
Yara nodded, hugged her arm and said, "Scold Ahmed for seducing women."
Afra suddenly realized: "I said Salim..."
"Don't look at him." Salim glared at her angrily.
Afra was beaten back and scratched her head, thinking that this child was not as easy to take care of as she was when she was young. She was still so angry with her former boss.
Ahmed replied calmly: "It's true that you can't buy this, but there is a dog meat seller downstairs. Do you want to try it?"
Salim twitched his lips: "She is a dog lover."
Afra silently asked Yara: "Although I do not eat dog meat, when did I become a dog lover?"
Yara muttered: "They are all canines, what are they arguing about there? I am the only cat in the world and my sister's favorite cat..."
Her voice was very low, but both Salim and Ahmed's hearing was much higher than that of ordinary people. Salim immediately glanced at her, but Ahmed was very gentle and calm after hearing this, smiling slightly and saying nothing.
Ahmed ignored him and went into the kitchen to wash his hands and cook after changing his apron.
There were only three people left in the living room again, but the movements in the kitchen were particularly clear. Just washing dishes made Afra feel a little guilty. She didn't feel bad for anything else. She and Ahmed knew each other too well and were very interested in each other. It's so unpleasant to say it out loud. Can such obscene things be spread out?
Therefore, there is really no way to explain their entanglement to Salim.
Yara finished a can of strawberry milk, opened the can and opened a new one. She inserted a plastic straw into it, bit the straw and muttered to Afra: "Look, men are really troublesome. My sister might as well follow her at night." I'm sleeping, you can't accommodate four people here, let the captain go back."
"Where are you from?" Salim glanced at her, "Why don't you let that vixen go back?"