Toru Amuro only heard a loud "click" sound, and when he looked back, he saw that the book in Furukawa Kumisa's hand fell to the ground, and he was sitting stiffly on the chair, with a very ugly look on his face.

He quickly took off his kitchen gloves, washed his hands, and turned back to walk towards her.

Toru Amuro reached out and touched her forehead, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Amuro Toru's cool palms brought back Furukawa Kumisa's consciousness. When she came back to her senses, she forced a smile to him: "It's okay."

As she spoke, she pulled his hand off her forehead. Toru Amuro felt her still warm fingertips, and thought of the normal body temperature on her forehead, confirming that nothing happened to her body.

But he was still worried: "Does the wound hurt?"

Furukawa Kumisa shook his head wildly.

At this moment, her cell phone suddenly rang. She glanced at the number on the phone and said, "I'm going to answer the call."

With that said, she walked to the room with her cell phone in hand.

During the time the three of them stayed together, this was nothing new. When Subaru Okiya and Toru Amuro received phone calls on weekdays, they would usually go back to their rooms to make calls.

But Furukawa Kumisa is different. In the eyes of both the organization and the Metropolitan Police Department, she is now a "vegetative" who is still in a coma due to severe injuries in the hospital. And her personal circle of friends seems to be very narrow, except for these two jobs.

Outside of special occasions, I will almost never receive any personal phone calls.

So her call today was a bit strange - especially her unusual attitude when she returned to the room after the call was answered.

But Toru Amuro didn't say anything. He just returned to the kitchen and started processing the ingredients again.

About two minutes later, Furukawa Kumisa walked out of the room and walked towards the entrance.

"I have something to do, so I need to go out."

Toru Amuro raised his head as usual: "You are not well yet, so I will stay with you."

Furukawa Kumisa raised his head as if he was electrocuted: "No!...I mean, I'm just going downstairs to the supermarket to buy something and I'll be back right away."

Amuro Toru nodded: "Then be careful and pay attention to your body."

Then she raised her head and looked at him with a very complicated look: "...I understand, I will be back soon."

The door opened and closed, and Toru Amuro waited for another two minutes before taking off his gloves again and walking towards the window of the living room.

The floor-to-ceiling windows faced the corridor exit of the community. As soon as Toru Amuro opened the curtains, he saw Furukawa Kumisa's figure walking out of the corridor and walking towards a car not far away.

She walked to the passenger seat of the car, opened the door and got in.

Toru Amuro glanced at the license plate number, and tightened her fingertips on the curtain slightly.

——He recognized it, it was the car of his friend Matsuda Jinpei.

*

As soon as Furukawa Kumisa got in the car, even before he could sit firmly, he felt his wrist tighten, and he was pulled into an air-conditioned embrace with a "thud".

She felt the wound on her chest that hadn't fully healed hurt slightly from being hit. She subconsciously took a breath, but didn't speak and allowed the other person to hold her.

Matsuda Jinpei's arms were trembling a little, but they were held tightly, with a force that was bone-deep, as if he wanted to embed her deeply into his arms and never be separated from him again.

Furukawa Kumisa sighed, hesitantly stretched out his hand, hugged him back gently, and patted his back comfortingly.

Her original intention was to comfort him, but she didn't expect to feel her comfort. Matsuda Jinpei's embrace tightened, almost suffocating her breath.

"Matsuda..." she took a breath, "the wound..."

Matsuda Jinpei let go of her as if he had woken up from a dream, and then his nervous eyes swept across her cheeks and rested on her chest: "Are you okay? Sorry, did you press the wound?"

Furukawa Kumisa shook his head, "It's okay, I'm just a little uncomfortable, don't be nervous."

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then his eyes returned to her face again, hot and cautious, as if he wanted to carve every inch of her features into her eyes to make sure that this was not a dream.

When Matsuda Jinpei was looking at her, Furukawa Kumisa was also observing Matsuda Jinpei.

He has changed a lot.

His cheeks were obviously thinner, and his unkempt short beard was stuck on his face, making him look a little embarrassed and depressed.

He did not wear his iconic sunglasses, and the bloodshot eyes and dark circles under his eyes were clearly visible.

Suddenly, she felt a heat on her face, and Matsuda Jinpei's fingertips had touched it.

He was no longer satisfied with just looking at her with his eyes. He reached out to hold her cheek, and caressed her cheek with his calloused fingertips, tracing every detail of her eyebrows.

Furukawa Kumisa savored the uneasiness and fear in his movements, and said with some bitterness: "Matsuda..."

Before she could say anything more, she was kissed softly.

It was a gentle and trembling kiss. Different from the fierce kiss of others, Matsuda Jinpei just pursed his lips and touched her lips gently.

Without any intention of plundering or possessing, he just held it gently, as if he were treating a piece of thin ice that could break at the touch of a finger, and he took it extremely seriously.

Furukawa Kumisa's hand lingered on his chest twice, but still did not push it away. She just subconsciously tightened her fingertips and gently grasped the skirt of his clothes.

Perhaps inspired by this behavior, Matsuda Jinpei deepened the kiss.

From shallow to deep, from light to heavy, his hands moved down from her cheeks, held her shoulders, pulled her closer to him, and deepened the kiss.

Furukawa Kumisa was almost suffocated in this gentle but desperate kiss. As their lips and tongues intertwined, she understood Matsuda Jinpei's mood at this moment very well. Everything was conveyed to her from his hot breath and trembling body.

Gradually, it seemed that Matsuda Jinpei could no longer get satisfaction from a simple kiss. He suddenly turned over, crossed the gap between the seats, and rolled directly to the upper side of the passenger seat. He stretched out his hand to lower the seat, and held her whole body

Pressed on the seat.

At this moment, Furukawa Kumisa finally realized that something was wrong. She reached out to push him away, but instead he took her hands and pressed them on the leather chair above her head.

"Wait, wait..." Seeing that things were about to develop in a strange direction, Furukawa Kumisa turned her head away from his kiss and spoke out to stop him.

She never thought that Matsuda Jinpei would be so pressing and coercive to her.

Even when their relationship was deep, he was restrained and conservative. Although there were occasional mischief between lovers, he never went too far.

Furukawa Kumisa never thought that Matsuda Jinpei would one day make urgent demands.

She turned her head to avoid his kiss, and his lips fell on her cheeks. His breath began to travel on her face, spreading across the bridge of her nose, sliding over her eyebrows, and finally fell

Between her eyebrows.

"Matsu, Matsuda... you go down first... let go..."

The seat in the car was already narrow, and even though she tensed her body to dodge repeatedly, she could not avoid it, and finally fell under his lips.

As soon as her chin tightened, he stretched out his hand to pinch it. Matsuda Jinpei's voice was low and hoarse, and his breathing became deeper: "Call me Jinpei."

Furukawa Kumisa:...Is now the time to struggle with this kind of problem!!!

He pressed his lips to hers again, and a soft whisper came from between the overlapping lips and teeth: "You used to call me that."

Furukawa Kumisa broke away from his fingers and turned away, "...let me go first."

The bloodshot eyes under Matsuda Jinpei's eyes were a little redder, and they had become a bit scary: "Don't let go."

He rarely spoke to her in such a forced tone, but today he was very tough and determined to keep her under his body.

His kiss had already fallen into her neck, "You were originally mine."

They had spent so many beautiful and happy days, with no one or anything standing between them, only each other and them.

Matsuda Jinpei didn't know how everything became like this, and he didn't want to think about it.

He just wants his past back.

Furukawa Kumisa realized that something was a bit serious - she never imagined that Matsuda Jinpei would be the first person she faced being "forced".

The one who seemed the most conservative and restrained was Matsuda Jinpei, who even asked for her consent for a kiss.

Obviously, even Toru Amuro and Shuichi Akai, who looked so aggressive, couldn't do this.

She originally came downstairs today just to talk to Matsuda Jinpei for a while, so that he could see her alive and feel at ease.

When he first kissed her, he was so restrained and gentle that he didn't even think of rejecting her.

Why did things become like this?

Matsuda Jinpei's kiss gradually went down: "You are mine."

He repeated it over and over again with a paranoid tone.

She tried to regain his consciousness: "Matsuda... calm down, we... I'm not feeling well yet..."

Matsuda Jinpei finally raised his head to look at her. His eyes were already red, almost giving her the illusion that she would be swallowed up by him.

"I will be gentle."

Furukawa Kumisa:...What kind of tiger and wolf words are these!!

Perhaps seeing Furukawa Kumisa's somewhat collapsed expression, Matsuda Jinpei's movements slowed down, but did not stop.

His kiss fell on her cheek again, "I'm sorry."

Furukawa Kumisa calmed down and said, "Let me go first."

He firmly rejected her: "I won't let you go."

Furukawa Kumisa:……

Matsuda Jinpei stubbornly repeated again: "You are mine."
To be continued...