Chapter 34 Chapter 34 (Including 2k favorites plus more) "Like you...

93.

Not taking the initiative, not saying no, not taking responsibility—it sounds like scumbag behavior. If you post this online, you'll be criticized for being love-brained and get tons of hot posts. But this is truly consensual between Gin and me. I repeat, this is perfectly normal within the Black Organization. The only thing that's unusual is that some people in the organization can handle needs faster than we can kiss, getting straight to the point with no foreplay.

Thinking of this, I suddenly understood. Forget all the worries! Things will just work out! Gin is cheap, so take advantage of it! If you miss this opportunity, it'll be gone forever! As for that grand goal of "just to sleep on gin"... well, forget it. Dreams can hold all the answers.

And, it turns out, I couldn't sleep because I was used to my bed, and it had nothing to do with being angry.

Even after Vermouth showed me mercy and let me go back to the king-size bed that could accommodate five people to catch up on my sleep, I still tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. Finally, I found a photo of Gin from the only bag I brought with me and put it under my pillow before I could fall asleep.

It was like being cast under a sleeping spell.

The combination of insomnia, one night of less sleep, and the debuff of jet lag forced me to sleep for almost three days. I remember waking up because I was thirsty, getting up to find water to drink, and then going back to sleep.

Naturally, I didn't even look at my phone, didn't reply to messages or emails, and even didn't hear any calls because I had turned on Do Not Disturb.

I heard that Vermouth came to see me many times. I guess she couldn't contact me and was afraid that I would die, so she swiped her card and came in directly. What she saw was me buried in the quilt, hugging the pillow, with my little face flushed, breathing evenly and deeply, sleeping on the bed like a dead pig... Oh, no, she was sleeping soundly like a pig.

Even the water was kindly placed on the bedside table by Vermouth.

This led to me being so hungry after waking up that I almost swallowed a cow.

This also caused me to regret it a lot. The main regret was that I stayed in the luxury suite of this five-star hotel for four days but didn’t really enjoy any of it, such as the swimming pool, the spa... For example, I only enjoyed the high-end jacuzzi once.

A huge loss.

No, I can't come here for nothing! I searched the hotel's disposable products, such as tea bags and sewing kits. In short, I stuffed everything I could take away into my suitcase. But it still felt not enough, so I went to Vermouth's room to rob a little.

This made Vermouth helpless and she held her forehead: "Yingzi, there is no need to do this."

I was sticking my butt out, struggling to stuff that set of obviously expensive toiletries into the gaps of my already-bursting suitcase. Hearing this, I looked up, a look of awakened seriousness on my face, and nodded vigorously. "That makes sense. I could also call room service and have them send a few more."

Excuse me, I come from a poor background. I even take disposable slippers with me when I stay at a regular hotel. How could I possibly give up so many branded items? Isn't this toothbrush and toothpaste better than the Liangmianzhen ones you get at budget hotels back home? I could even take it back as a gift!

Give it to Vodka!

Is it embarrassing? So what? I can still tell which one is more regrettable, embarrassment or being at a disadvantage.

Oh, wait, isn't it precisely Vermouth's people who are missing? Big star Sharon Wynyard went out to stay in a hotel with her assistant and even emptied the hotel room of the things they had delivered...

I shrank my neck guiltily, like a cat caught doing something wrong. I slowly squatted down, scratching the side of my face unconsciously with my fingers. My voice suddenly became soft and sticky, with an extremely humble tone: "Is it too late for me to put these things back?"

Vermouth sighed deeply, rubbed her temples with her fingertips, as if she had endured some kind of huge mental shock, and said in a tone mixed with fatigue and strange understanding: "I think I understand Gin's feelings."

I blinked blankly. "Huh?"

"Eiko, you are really good at imagining things. I don't know what you are thinking about every day. The same goes for Gin...well, maybe he enjoys it." I don't know what she was thinking about, but Vermouth chuckled with her eyes moving. Her voice became softer and softer, and the last sentence was as light as a feather brushing past. I couldn't hear it clearly even with my ears pricked up.

So I subconsciously asked, "Huh?"

"Ah, I'm not ashamed of you. If you want to take me away, just take me away." Vermouth stood up gracefully and walked in front of me. Her delicate fingers, with a faint fragrance, gently touched my brows, which were unconsciously frowned in confusion. Her strength was gentle, but it was filled with unquestionable comfort. "I said there is no need to do this because you can come back and live here anytime."

I was even more confused: "What?"

"I'm just going to take you to a house closer to the set. Did I ever tell you I wanted to check out?" The domineering CEO Vermouth spoke again proudly, "The rooms in that house aren't as big as here. We can stay here when we don't have too much filming to do."

My eyes suddenly lit up, and I screamed, jumping up like a cannonball, and pounced directly on Vermouth. I couldn't help but kissed her on the face several times: "Wuwuwuwu Vermouth, I love you so much!"

Vermouth squinted her eyes in satisfaction, holding my hips firmly with one hand to prevent me from sliding down, and using her other hand to take a picture with her phone: "My little cutie, it's been a long time since you've been so enthusiastic towards me."

"Sister, don't be so arrogant. I love every woman like you I see and kiss every one I see!"

94.

Vermouth brought me from Japan to the United States almost the day after Rum and I talked. This schedule sounds like the time for joining the team and cooperating with the American organization is very tight, but in fact, it is not.

For example, after the two of us moved from the hotel to Vermouth's residence in the United States, Vermouth did not join the crew immediately. Instead, she took me to enjoy the American nightlife.

How should I put it...it's very exciting.

As expected, I am a member of the Black Organization. Even though I don’t have money, I rely on Vermouth to be surrounded by male models. I dare not imagine what kind of wonderful life I will have when I have money.

Vermouth reminded me, even if I can't sleep with Gin in the Black Organization, so what? Gin is a paper-thin person, and I, a nobody but the protagonist, can't sleep with him. I actually forgot that my original dream was to enjoy a happy retirement life with the money I saved after the Black Organization was destroyed, and to support at least five male models.

I almost forgot my original intention. I am such a fool. I shouldn’t have done that.

The high-end club that Vermouth brought me to had a certain threshold, and the male models there were really good.

The blond guy on the left has full, elastic pecs, while the handsome Latino on the right has well-defined abdominal muscles. The quality is indeed top-notch. But as I touch them, the memory of my fingertips automatically resurfaces...

Gin's muscles were tempered in countless life-and-death battles and in hail of bullets. When tense, they were like a fully drawn bowstring, carrying a completely different, cold and dangerous vitality. When soft... These carefully crafted results of the gym in front of him felt... after all, a little lacking.

It's okay, the quality is not good, but the quantity is okay. I muttered vaguely, and the handsome guy on my left fed me a grape, and the handsome guy on my right helped me drink a sip of wine. I also reminded the two handsome guys who helped massage my legs: "You can be a little harder, I actually feel quite strenuous during the massage."

However, don’t be fooled by the seemingly decadent scene. In fact, we were just having a few drinks and holding hands, and it was not to the extent that we would be arrested by the anti-pornography (?) campaign.

Although Vermouth indulges me, she still protects me very closely. Maybe it's because she protects me. When a handsome guy who wants to make progress wants to take the initiative, Vermouth gets angry before his hands even land in places where they shouldn't.

The blonde beauty with a cold face made the model guys, all over 1.85 meters tall, tremble in fear and leave like quails. Only I, who hadn't reacted at all, was still lamenting: "Hey, why did they all leave so suddenly?"

“You.” Vermouth nudged my forehead with her index finger, looking frustrated. “How come you don’t have any idea about your own body?”

I frowned in confusion, but before I could ask, Vermouth picked me up and took me home.

I was shocked and sent a group message to Gin, Vodka, Binga, and Merlot:

[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: My family, who would have thought that my first princess hug in my life would be given by Vermouth! I'm so happy!]

…

【Vodka:?】

[Binga: Try to be more promising! ]

Melo: Come to Italy? I can also give Yingzi a princess hug.

Gin? Gin is of course the same as always, I have read it but cannot reply.

95.

The cast of Vermouth's new drama is very strong, so the opening ceremony is naturally very grand, and a special dinner was also held.

To the outside world, my identity is Vermouth's assistant. Vermouth also gave an answer to why I could be an assistant to a big star even though my English was not good.

She said that I was a younger generation that she liked very much and that she just wanted to bring me out to see the world, not that she really wanted me to do odd jobs.

For a moment, people who learned the news looked at me with strange eyes.

After all, everyone knew that Sharon Wynyard had a troubled relationship with her daughter, Chrissy, to the point where they had severed their mother-daughter relationship and refused to see each other. In this situation, the appearance of a younger person whom Sharon really liked was naturally quite significant.

Some of them showed me kindness, while others were concerned about Chris and Sharon being present and felt it was difficult to take sides, so they secretly looked at me. In short, I felt that these people's acting skills were just average, and I was also a little proud that even if I didn't study hard and played badly, I still learned something from Vermouth's training.

I also noticed that perhaps because there were so many celebrities and dignitaries attending the dinner, there were people in FBI uniforms wandering around the exits, entrances and some inconspicuous locations of the venue.

FBI, when it comes to the FBI in the world of science, the first person that comes to mind seems to be Shuichi Akai.

I shook my head again. There was no way Shuichi Akai was here. According to the plot, Shuichi's undercover identity was exposed because his idiotic teammate, Carmel, alerted Rum, who was disguised as an old man, and the plan to capture Gin failed. In other words, before that, the Black Organization hadn't figured out Shuichi Akai was an undercover FBI agent.

Vermouth is here, and Akai Shuichi is so dazzling that it is impossible for him not to be noticed even if he is on duty. And no matter how much of a traitor Vermouth is, she will not allow the FBI agent she has seen in public to join the Black Organization.

To sum up, it is impossible to meet Shuichi Akai by chance.

However, it is not impossible to run into someone by chance.

Trying to be subtle, I nudged Vermouth, who was chatting and laughing with a white-haired old man while holding a wine glass, with my elbow and winked suggestively.

Vermouth looked over knowingly and laughed, "I see."

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