"Ah, thank you." I took the coffee cup from Texas. Although it was very rude, I didn't dare to look her in the eyes at the moment, and I didn't care that the coffee burned my mouth, so I just took a sip.
It was a way of covering up his rude behavior.
Texas is indeed a good operator. She can go to the battlefield and work in the workshop. Even if she is 996, she will not be in a hurry. If she is asked to go to the trading station, she will go to the trading station, and if she is asked to do civilian work, she will do civilian work - not to mention her
When working as a clerk, she is great at cutting people and delivering goods. She doesn't talk too much and the way she types quietly is really comforting.
But today there is always a trace of embarrassment between me and my assistant. The cause is me, and the subject of this embarrassment is still me: her delicate poker face does not show any emotional fluctuations, and her words are not like mine.
With this kind of dodge, the working status seems to be quite easy.
...Am I too weird? So it turns out that you can continue to work like a normal person after saying that embarrassing confession? With doubts and entanglements, my irritable heart was suffering - looking at the sun
Disappearing over the horizon, Rhode Island's traditional overtime arts began and ended. Today's work is finally over.
"call……"
"Thank you, doctor."
"Ah, um. You too."
Before I could finish stretching, Texas' voice almost jumped out of my head: Why is she still here? I remember that the work assigned to her shouldn't be that much.
"Sorry, I was too slow."
"No, I actually didn't wait long."
I looked at the other end of the office, and there was already a mountain of pocky boxes stacked up. Obviously, these were the products of their owner who wasted time when she had nothing to do. She told an obvious lie: This cannot be explained by "not waiting for a long time"
.Texas was waiting for me to get off work, and I didn't even notice.
I apologized and made fun of myself, wanting to use this as an apology to her: "I'm sorry, but guarding work is a lot of inconvenience, right? I have to wait for an uncle to finish the work before I can get off work." When I thought about it, she just shook her head: "
If it doesn’t happen, please don’t say that.”
…That’s why this is a headache. I can’t remember who it was, but in my vague memory, someone commented on me and said: Except for Originium Disease and the battlefield, you are afraid of everything. This is probably true, I am not good at responding to other people’s feelings.
, I clearly understood this problem in just a few months after recovery. If possible, deal with emotional-related issues in a roundabout way.
Faced with Texas' recent confession, I thought things would go well if things were slow. It would be great if everyone could treat that sentence as a joke, and I could slowly escape it. However, reality does not allow it.
I do this: Texas is not good at words, but her actions and eyes told me that she did not say that sentence as a joke at all. As a person who is as straightforward as a sword but lies to you, this in itself is not a simple matter.
Signal.
By the way... the cup of coffee in the morning didn't taste right. There was only cheap instant coffee in my office. Where did that high-end sour taste come from? Only then did I see the hand-grinding coffee machine and brewing pot, and the filter cup was placed on the coffee table.
superior.
It's a passionate emotion that can't be escaped - headache, is she such a passionate person? If this is the case, we can only face it head-on, but... will the method that the two drunkards came up with last night really work?
"Texas," I tried, "...are you interested in playing a game?"
"Playing games...right?"
"Well." I unconsciously lied to her doubts again: "You see... the commander needs to get to know each other with the soldiers, doesn't he? It's just some games to enhance mutual understanding."
She nodded slightly, her handsome face still expressionless: "Okay, how do we want to play?"
I took out the candle from the desk: Oh my God, who would have thought that they told me that Rhode Island's distribution points often break, so the backup lighting that is needed actually comes in handy at this time. I turn off the light
, when I was about to light the candle, I discovered an embarrassing problem: I didn't prepare matches or lighter.
"Wipe", the crisp sound of the lighter came to mind, Texas lit the candle with the Zippo in her hand, and the firelight gave her face a warm color: "I brought a lighter."
"...Really." I sat back on my seat, not too far away from Texas, and looked at each other through the candle: "We ask each other questions. While this candle is still lit, we must
Answer the truth. If you really don’t want to answer, just blow out the candles, that’s it.”
She nodded: "I understand, then please ask the doctor first."
"..." Should I go first? Without thinking, I blurted out bad words: "What did you eat today?"
"...Doctor, we can eat together today." Her expression rarely showed a trace of helplessness: "Our menu is the same. Maybe your amnesia symptoms have worsened? Do you need me to call the medical team?"
"Ahem, I'm just giving a demonstration." A question was wasted, and the right to ask the question was transferred to her: "Doctor, do you like coffee or tea?"
I didn't expect it to be such a peaceful question, which surprised me. "I don't have any special preferences, but I always don't have enough time, so I drink coffee most of the time. Why do you ask this question?"
"Do you like drinking coffee... Because I usually drink more tea and I am better at making tea. I heard that the doctor likes to drink coffee, so I learned how to make coffee. If you drink a lot of coffee, then I will practice more frequently."
silence.
"It's your turn to ask questions."
"Ah, ah, that's right."
It seems that she regarded my casual question as a game question. But I didn't expect it to be such an answer. I felt a little dizzy: Is my blood pressure rising?
It was time for me to ask questions, but what kind of questions were I going to ask? After a longer silence, I finally gave up trying to cover up, looked at Texas’ face, and asked in a low voice:
"Why do you like me?"
Damn it, this question made me feel a little embarrassed. What if someone is really joking? This kind of question is just digging my own grave, but what I didn’t expect was that Texas’ silence was as long as mine, and
Finally, she stood up and blew out the candle under my surprised gaze.
...Don’t you want to answer? Just when I was convinced that it was indeed a joke, a gentle and trembling voice came as if it was close to me:
"I'm sorry... It's not that I don't want to answer. It's just that this question is too embarrassing. I really don't dare to look at you and say it."
"...This is a long topic." I heard the sound of deep breathing, and she began to tell:
"As you may have guessed, I come from Syracuse. Before I started a new life, I grew up as a member of the family and worked for the family."
"It's not a glamorous thing, no one in a gang is completely innocent. But I'm not ashamed of it either: I was taught that way, that's the way I was chosen to live, that's the way I needed to live, that's all.
That’s all.”
"I learned what I should learn as a mafia. Negotiations, most of the time, involve the use of force; most of the time, business is not serious business. I am the killer of the family, a wolf, a knife, and I was taught to be a
Look like a gentleman, because a girl is not suitable for such a job."
"So I have never experienced a girl's emotions."
Listening to Texas' brief silence, I asked: "I guess there may be a but behind this?"
"Yes, but my family has lost its former glory."
"I had to choose another way to live, even if I was not familiar with it. Strange things came one after another: friendship, a sense of belonging, a sense of security... Maybe I slowly regained my emotions as a person. Then, I met
It’s your turn.”
"Maybe this sounds strange: but you are the first member of the opposite sex who has been so gentle to me."
I was stunned: "What did you say? Gentleness? Is it considered gentle to put you in the trading station 996 to work overtime?"
She shook her head and responded to me: "I'm not talking about the gentleness that can take care of me - some people have flattered me, but your gentleness is not deliberately to please me. You understand the emotions of everyone, no matter the enemy.
Yes, friend. Do you still remember the first time we met on the battlefield?"
That was a long time ago, and I spent a lot of time recalling its details: "I remember being with you."
"Yes, it was after the battle. You asked me: 'Does it hurt?' I thought you were asking me if I was not hurt, but you shook your head: 'I am asking you again if I am hurt in my heart.
'"
I remembered, what I said at the time was: With such a sharp and concise incision, it seems that you don’t want them to suffer too much. Are you afraid that the enemy will be injured? Then you must feel a lot of pain in your heart.
"That's a scar I never mentioned to others, doctor. I got used to it and got tired of killing, and your gentleness discovered it."
"Is it a surprise? I'm grateful. Maybe there's some panic. But I don't know how to deal with this emotion. It's like a gun is pointed at my head, and I'm not as helpless as myself."
The lighter rang again and the candle was lit again. At some point, the lone wolf who had lost his home came to me. She looked into my eyes with a serious expression:
"Before I was taught to be a lady, I was forced to become a gentleman who licks blood with a knife. Am I really qualified? I am really scared. But as slow as I am, I also realize that I am slowly becoming a gentleman.
Got a girl - only in front of you."
"If you can't accept me as your partner, or if you need it, I am willing to swear allegiance to you. St. Don (my last godfather), my blade is at your disposal. The last wolf of Texas is in your
Under my command, I can go to any dangerous situation. Or, although I am not familiar with it, I am willing to be your shield. Before swords and guns touch you, they must first pass through my chest. All my words
It’s all true, for one reason only:”
She held my face and approached me gently, and the aroma of chocolate touched the tip of my nose:
"I love you awkwardly, fearfully, and deeply from my heart, Doctor."
——Then, the wolf,she eat me.Rawly but violently,bushfully and tenderly.
PS: The extra story will be moved to the extra volume