Chapter 33 Chapter 33 "He's just a red egg!"...

91.

My eyes widened immediately after Gin said this. Even through the screen, I could sense my shock and grievance. "Brother, I absolutely have no such intention! We can't even speak the language here, so how could I not plan to go back?"

I was so excited that my throat nearly cracked. I took a breath and continued to express my loyalty: "That's right, wasn't my coming here arranged by the organization? I'm completely loyal to the organization. Why would I sneak back without orders?"

I carefully observed Gin's expression on the other side of the screen. His stern face, under the cold light of the screen, seemed to soften ever so slightly at my defense, but soon, that slight ripple was frozen again by the deeper chill, like thin ice instantly forming on the surface of a lake. His dark green eyes, calm and unwavering, pierced the screen with an invisible pressure.

Come on, big brother, I have already expressed my loyalty to the Black Organization, why are you still not satisfied?

Gin's heart is as deep as the sea.

I rolled my eyes, my brain racing. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I began to strain my throat, trying to make my voice soft and sweet, and said in a coquettish voice, "But I really miss Big Brother so much, I can't even sleep!"

After saying that, I looked at Gin expectantly.

The man on the other end of the screen fell into an eerie silence. Time seemed stretched out, leaving only the inaudible hum of the hotel room's central air conditioning and my own slightly rapid breathing. His dark green eyes, like the most sophisticated scanner, first fixed their gaze on my face, which was trying to maintain an innocent expression. Then, slowly and oppressively, his gaze moved downward, lingering for a moment on my neck and collarbone. Finally, his gaze fixed on the shallow dimple on my lips, forced by a forced effort of cuteness.

Gin suddenly laughed, his voice filled with a cold, all-knowing tone: "You still can't sleep? You can even sleep in Vermouth's arms in the first-class cabin of the plane."

I was stunned. Before my brain could react, I confessed honestly: "Hey, big brother, how did you know? But let me tell you, Vermouth's arms are really soft! Ah, I don't mean to put you down, big brother, it's very comfortable in your arms too. Big brother's chest muscles are sometimes soft too!"

But the feeling of being hugged by the sweet and soft Bayonetta is really different. I tried to demonstrate to Gin, but when I lowered my head, I suddenly realized something was wrong.

I subconsciously looked at the screen.

Before, my attention was focused on Gin's infuriatingly handsome face, but this time, looking at myself on the small screen, I realized that my posture was a bit...

Well, at this moment, I am wearing a red silk suspender nightgown that Vermouth forced me to buy, which I had never tried before. I have to say, that red dress seemed to open Pandora's box, and Vermouth began to be obsessed with buying me red clothes.

Straps, so thin they seemed to break at the slightest tug, hung loosely on her round shoulders, revealing a large expanse of fair, delicate skin and delicate collarbones. Due to her prone position and the excited gestures she had just made, one strap had even slipped slightly, partially revealing her neckline, outlining her alluring curves. Her slightly curly hair, draped somewhat messily over her shoulders, contrasted with her cheeks, still rosy from the makeup she had just removed, and her lips, moist with excitement...

In response to this, the person involved said, "This is the first time I've discovered... that my body is so amazing under such a high-definition camera!!"

Subconsciously, with a hint of temptation and disbelief, I moved my shoulders slightly again.

On the screen, the smooth silk fabric ripples with the movement, and the outline becomes clearer and more moving.

I:"……"

A strong sense of absurdity and frustration instantly overwhelmed the excitement just now!

No way, Gin really doesn’t want to sleep with me!

Even after all this, he didn't react and even bullied me!

I puffed my cheeks out in anger, like a pufferfish. I fastened my shoulder straps, sat cross-legged, and held up my phone, complaining, "Brother, you..."

Ahhhhh Gin is such an invincible villain, he actually hung up the phone!!!

92.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxury suite, the morning light of Los Angeles poured in generously, coating the expensive wool carpet in the room with a layer of light gold.

Although it was already ten o'clock in the morning and most people would have finished breakfast and rushed to their workstations, I was still curled up on the off-white sofa in the living room, which was large enough to accommodate three people. I was wearing a red nightgown and a fluffy white cashmere blanket wrapped around my body. My hair was messy on my head, and there was a faint dark circle under my eyes. I exuded a decadent atmosphere that was ravaged by insomnia.

Vermouth, who had woken me from bed by swiping her card, was standing before a large mirror, languidly applying lipstick. Her flawless profile and penetrating blue eyes were reflected in the mirror. At my slight movement, she tilted her head, a knowing smile playing at the corner of her lips, and silently strode over to me on the soft carpet.

"What's wrong? Are you really not awake yet?" Vermouth scratched my smooth little face and said considerately, "If you didn't sleep well, go back to bed. We don't have a fixed schedule today, so we can go to dinner after you wake up."

I yawned uncontrollably, my vision instantly blurred by tears. A sense of frustration settled in my chest, and I muttered in a vague and angry tone in Chinese, a dialect Vermouth couldn't understand: "Gin is just a red egg!"

I was so pissed I couldn't sleep well the whole night! While being attached to my bed played a part, I still didn't sleep well! As soon as I closed my eyes, Gin's dark green eyes, icy and piercing even through the screen, with their undisguised mockery, appeared before me. And that cold, decisive gesture as he ended the video call... It was truly! So! Hurting!

Especially after I had just been smug about how I looked so charming after being beaten up by Vermouth during the day, what was the difference between Gin's behavior and pouring a basin of cold water directly on my face?

Vermouth, the miraculous return to youth.

Gin, brings back winter with a ruthless hand.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh Gin, he is so fragile, just like a red egg!

I didn’t feel like bothering Hagiwara Kenji anymore. I didn’t even reply to Jinpei Matsuda’s message. I just didn’t feel like it!

Of course, Vermouth didn't understand, but how smart is she? Or maybe it's because in her and the members of the Black Organization's eyes, the only thing that could cause such emotional fluctuations is Gin, whom I licked so deeply and so seriously. She immediately guessed that I didn't sleep well because of Gin.

However, she probably would never guess that I was angry because Gin was so indifferent to me.

After all... Gin... is normal...

Even Vermouth herself, the witch with a thousand faces who fascinates everyone, has suffered countless Waterloo at the hands of Gin. Everyone has also seen me tormenting Gin and being looked down upon by him... It's just that too much has happened to me recently, and I've become arrogant!

She probably thought I was just a young girl in love, missing Gin so much that I couldn't sleep - after all, this was my first time leaving Japan, and also my first time leaving Gin since I was assigned to the bar as an adult and was taken there by Gin?

Look, with a hint of understanding and a bit of teasing from someone who has been through it, Vermouth put her arm around my shoulders and half-huggled me into her perfumed arms, letting me half-lean against her. I heard her earnestly admonishing me in my ear: "My dear, you have to know that men are creatures that need a sense of crisis. Have some backbone, honey, and don't just think about going back."

Rum had said the same thing when he arranged for me to go on a business trip with Vermouth, but Rum was just talking nonsense, just trying to paint a rosy picture for me, saying things like "distance makes beauty" and "a short separation is better than a new marriage." He even hinted that "staying away would make it easier for me to sleep with Gin"...

Do you think this is human? The premise of saying "a short separation makes a new marriage better" is that you've been newly married. We live under the same roof every day, kissing each other from time to time, and he doesn't want to sleep with me. I went to the United States, and we're separated by an ocean. How could he still want to sleep with me?

It's not as good as what Vermouth said. Although it doesn't conform to the reality between Gin and me, it still makes it seem as if I have the initiative.

Then I certainly wouldn't show my fear. What I would actively expose is that I discovered Gin's temptation to me, even if it was an unconscious temptation and I felt nothing for it. I would just touch my nose, bury my face deeper into her fragrant shoulder, and make vague perfunctory sounds of "hmm ah ah" from my mouth, to indicate "I got it, I'm listening."

Suddenly, a dusty fragment of memory carrying a deadly and dangerous aura suddenly pierced into his mind!

Oh my god! Fortunately, Gin has no feelings for me. Otherwise, if he really thought I was seducing him, what would he do if he thought about the only time I took the initiative to propose to him after I got drunk?

At that time, Gin really wanted to kill me. The murderous aura was so strong that it couldn't be dispelled. I'm not kidding.

The memory of the dead suddenly attacked me, and at this moment, the only thing that filled my heart was gratitude.

I couldn't help but mutter, "Gin is really hard to understand."

It's so hard to understand that I even forgot to call Gin "Big Brother" after his name.

So, even though I tried my best to mentally prepare myself, using all sorts of excuses to "rationalize" Gin's reactions—his love of kissing me might be some kind of weird fetish, his not wanting to sleep with me might be due to his exceptional self-control, his outburst when I took the initiative might be because he felt offended...

But no matter how you piece it together, the logic cannot be completely consistent.

...It can't be that he is really incompetent, right?

But he can get up.

...wait, wait, wait!

Although this idea is extremely dangerous and impolite, but...

I coughed softly, but couldn't help it. I stood on tiptoe and leaned over to Vermouth's ear to ask, "Should the physical examinations we organize be different for men and women?"

The sound was as small as a mosquito's hum.

Vermouth didn't understand why I suddenly asked about the physical examination, but she still answered me: "It's indeed different, what's wrong?"

She paused, not knowing what she had recalled, and then smiled as if nothing had happened: "Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with your report. You're just a little weak. You'll be fine after some rest."

I nervously checked my fingers, my eyes wandering, but I still bravely lowered my voice and continued to ask tentatively in an even quieter voice, "So, big brother, are his indicators normal?"

Vermouth was stunned at my furtive and suggestive expression, then seemed to understand something. Her beautiful blue eyes widened for a moment, and then, an uncontrollable laugh, full of mischief and anticipation, escaped from her red lips, and her shoulders shook slightly. "Ah, my dear, don't tell me you're suspicious of Gin..."

I quickly waved my hands: "No, no, I'm just asking!"

Never mind, I probably won't get anything out of it. The difference between a Black Organization physical and a regular one is that a regular one focuses on your health, while a Black Organization physical focuses on your ability to fight and how long you can fight. It's a bit more targeted. My physical was pretty simple, just a slightly longer blood draw and a full-body CT scan. I suspect it was to check for tracking devices or hidden medical conditions on this piece of shit. I heard snipers also do thorough checks on vision, stability, and psychological assessments, but no matter how targeted, they can't possibly check a specific aspect of a man, right?

"You better not be." Vermouth looked at me with an extremely complicated expression, a mixture of disbelief, intense amusement, and a hint of... strange anticipation. Her red lips curled up in a seductive yet dangerous arc. "Promise me, you won't..." She paused deliberately, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "No, to be honest, I'm quite looking forward to it."

She imagined the scene and her smile deepened.

"There's no point in expecting it. I can't possibly go to Big Brother and ask him." Knowing Vermouth's penchant for watching the fun, especially Gin's, I twitched my lips and wiped my neck. "Besides, even if Big Brother kills me, there's no way I can really prove it."

The parties involved have now given up, completely given up.

Well, Rum, you did a good thing, like making my heart, which had been wandering recently, fall back to its original place.

Face the reality and give up fantasy.

Therefore, I have to be extra honest in the future. No matter whether Gin is normal or not, I should not provoke him again for my life.

So the question is, if I don't take the initiative, although Gin is not that lustful (?), he will definitely not take the initiative to kiss me if I don't provoke him. But what if one day he can't think straight and takes the initiative?

Well, why think about these things? I don’t know how long I will stay in the United States, and Gin won’t come to see me.

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