Traveling through Thailand

Pete, who led the men out of the war zone, stuffed Tian Kun into the car and drove towards their jurisdiction. They were alert all the way, but they really relaxed after entering the jurisdiction.

Tian Kun's tense body seemed to have been emptied of its bones, and he slumped down in the chair. He murmured, "Finally, safe."

After sending the message to his family, Pete turned off his phone and looked at Tian Kun: "Master, the master has prepared medical personnel and will be able to treat you when you return."

"Yeah. I understand."

Pete looked at Tucha. He wanted to take the person back. But the message from his family said to send the person back home. He looked at Tucha with a worried look: "Um...are you going back or are you going with us?"

Having narrowly escaped death, Tucha sat in a daze, his right hand clenched tightly, the scalpel no longer visible. But he could still clearly feel the grip of the scalpel, the thrill of slitting the throat of the person in front of him.

I was clearly terrified before, but once I was safe, deep down I began to miss that feeling.

At this moment, Tu Cha clearly understood that she must be sick.

Trying hard to suppress that excitement, he closed his eyes and relaxed for a long time before exhaling. When he opened his eyes, he saw Pete's worried look.

"I am fine."

"Yeah. Then you."

Before he could finish, Tu Cha said, "I want to go back."

Pete swallowed the words that wanted to take him back: "Okay."

After the crisis was resolved, the shop on the first floor of Tucha closed. Pete, who had passed by several times, looked at the closed door and felt very worried.

After sending him off that day, he clearly sensed something was amiss with him. But as a bodyguard, he had his own duties to perform. So, he could only watch him leave.

After all family matters were resolved, he took a leave of absence to check on Tucha. Unexpectedly, he was turned away once, then twice. The third time, seeing the door still closed, he turned and left. Half an hour later, he opened the door with his key.

Sitting quietly in the empty room, its thick curtains blocking the blazing sunlight outside, Tucha remained in this position for a long time, until his limbs lost all feeling. When he heard footsteps approaching the door, he subconsciously assumed an attacking stance.

With a snap, a blinding light illuminated the entire darkness. Stimulated by the bright light, he subconsciously closed his eyes, waiting for a long time to adjust before opening them again.

The moment he opened his eyes, his gaze subconsciously fell on his slender neck. Realizing where his gaze was, he forced himself to shift his gaze and look at his face.

Pete.

Gazing at that familiar face, I recalled the peace of mind I felt in his arms.

He stood up and walked quickly to him. In his surprised gaze, he took his hand and pressed him down on the sofa.

Pete lowered his eyes to look at Tu Cha, who had dark circles around his eyes but was lying on his chest like a child. His sight swept over his eyes, and the thick dark circles showed that he hadn't slept well for a long time.

"Insomnia?"

"Yeah." He closed his eyes and saw him standing in a pool of blood. The horrific image kept him from falling asleep. Even though his soul told him that this was the real him, he didn't want to admit that he was the one who killed people without blinking an eye.

He clearly didn't dare to kill even a chicken, and... Thinking of the two people who died in his hands, he didn't dare to say the following words.

"Why didn't you call me then?"

Tucha nuzzled into his embrace, listening to his heavy, powerful heartbeat and taking in the reassuring scent. "I don't want to cause you any trouble." So, thank you so much for taking the time to come and give me a moment of peace.

Pete wanted to say something else, but the steady breathing coming from his chest told him - he was asleep.

This action lasted for a long time, so long that he fell asleep.

One day, two days, three days later... With his company, a smile gradually returned to his face. Pete thought he had gradually emerged from the shadows, although he didn't understand why the reaction this time was so severe, given that he had killed so many people before. But since the higher-ups had ordered a silence, he wouldn't touch it.

The shop downstairs reopened, and Pete gradually put his focus back on Master Tiankun. Because he was the chief bodyguard, on the day Master Tiankun decided not to go out anymore, he was assigned to Master Tiankun's side, and there would be fewer opportunities to go out in the future.

After dinner that day, Pete came out of the kitchen washing dishes and sat in front of Tucha.

While eating, Tu Cha clearly felt that he had something to say to her, so after dinner, he did not return to his room as usual.

Seeing him pinching his hands together, his face full of the look of wanting to say something but not knowing how, Tu Cha had an inexplicable suspicion in his heart. He lowered his eyes, wondering if he should ask the system for medicine? He didn't want anything else, just the weakening drug he'd been injected with when he was kidnapped that day.

I thought about tying him up with a rope, but I was worried that he would hurt himself in trying to get back.

After spending so many days together, he knew that he had an unspoken dependence on him. But as long as he was by his side, he could sleep peacefully. As long as he was around, those bloody and horrific scenes would not appear before his eyes.

But... he's not his own. He's the chief bodyguard of the top underworld family in this area, and he has his own responsibilities. He can't always be with me, unless...

No, I can't do this. I can't let him dislike me, Tucha, I have to hold it in. Thinking about letting him go and losing control again, he knew he couldn't go on like this.

A rage surged through his body, his right hand clenching and unclenching subconsciously. He kept reminding himself in his heart that he couldn't hurt anyone, especially him. Staying away from him was the best way to help him. He couldn't let these uncontrollable hands hurt him.

His left hand tightly grasped his right hand, and even though the skin of his right hand turned pale, he did not let go.

He had asked the system about this situation, but the system was dead and no longer responded. But he knew that the system was still in his mind, but he was busy with other things and had no time to pay attention to him.

In the end, it was Tu Cha who spoke between them. He said calmly that Pete should do his own thing and thanked him for his company during this time.

Pete stood up and left, closing the door.

The moment the door closed, he didn't know that Tu Cha in the room had a distorted face and looked at the door with bloodshot eyes. Through the crack in the door, he knew that Pete hadn't left, and he also knew that as long as he regretted it and stretched out his hand, he could pull him back and control him in his own nest.

When the reflection began to move, Tucha struggled to suppress the urge to stand. Sniffing the bloody scent that permeated the air, his tense body relaxed as if on drugs. He leaned back on the sofa, his expression vacant, as he gazed up at the ceiling.

Before Pete walked downstairs and got on the bike, he subconsciously looked at the open curtains. Before he looked away, he saw Tu Cha walking to the French window. Tu Cha stood up and was about to close the curtains when he saw Pete downstairs with his hands on the handlebars and raised his left hand to wave at him.

Pete looked at himself and waved goodbye, and subconsciously waved back. Seeing the smile on his face and the tenderness in his eyes, his worried heart was relieved, and a smile as bright as the spring breeze bloomed on his face. Feeling at ease, he opened the door and got in the car.

The moment Tu Cha turned around, the gentleness on her face disappeared, and she waved her arm to grab the curtain. When the car started and drove away, and the car body disappeared, the window was once again blocked by the thick curtain to prevent the scorching sun outside.

Trapped in darkness, Tu Cha was able to find a place to sit on the sofa without any lighting. If someone had the ability to see through the darkness, they would have seen that a large area of ​​skin on his right hand had been scratched.