Chapter 7 Chapter 7 "I was just wondering why I asked you to move...

19.

Oops, I forgot to put the CD back.

Gin discovered that I was secretly playing girl group songs on his high-end speakers.

The song playing was still that incredibly loud one, which only fans could listen to out of indulgence. It was one of the few songs by my daughter's group that was not popular with the public.

I closed my eyes, my head so stiff that it made a clicking sound when I turned it towards Gin. My upper body, which was lying on the bar, also moved slowly and jerkily, like an old robot that hadn't been wound up, and I stood up straight.

I tried to raise the corners of my mouth: "Hehehe, brother, listen to my excuse."

Gin remained expressionless: "I don't want to hear it."

I tried to negotiate: "How about you listen to it?"

Gin said nothing, just stared at me.

I pressed my index fingers against my chest, trying to act cute and pitiful. "I'm just too tired from packing. I need my daughter's vitamins as motivation."

“You can just play music on your phone, but it doesn’t give you that feeling.”

Gin scoffed, "You feel it even with my speakers?"

"Of course I do! I'm so motivated when I use the speakers! Besides, since I've moved in, I should be able to use them, right?" I smiled dimples, my almond eyes gleaming with anticipation, and said boldly, "Can't I treat Big Brother's house like my own?"

After hearing my boast, even Vodka temporarily closed his eyes, unable to bear to watch any longer.

Gin was very calm, and he looked at me with a scrutinizing gaze. I tried to meet his emerald eyes, cold and deep like a pool, and the smile on my face gradually froze.

Did I guess wrong?

Gin lowered his eyes and said in a tone of disgust: "Next time, put away all your things after use, and don't let me hear them again."

20.

Gin seemed to have let me off, but I still felt a little uneasy.

It’s hard to describe the feeling, but I just feel uneasy. Or maybe it’s just a normal skill of Sakura girls, uneasy desu.

So, after returning home, when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, I moved the chair blocking the door, unlocked it, and the dog sneaked into the living room.

Sure enough, Gin was seen sitting on the sofa in the living room.

In the dark living room, only the floor lamp near Gin was working diligently. Between lighting up the living room and making do with it so that I could see the general idea clearly, I chose to make do with it.

There's nothing I can do. After all, I'm living under someone else's roof. If it were my own house, I would definitely turn on the headlights. After all, I don't have to pay the electricity bill, so there's no reason to save money for the Black Organization.

Gin certainly wasn't someone who could save the Black Organization money. If he were so thoughtful, the finance department wouldn't have to go crazy every time they heard Gin's name and still have to approve money and weapons for Big Brother. After all, other companies have to follow procedures to avoid problems, and the Black Organization is prone to problems because we follow procedures too closely.

From this we can see that turning on only one light must have been Brother Gin's own arrangement.

Maybe it’s because we in the Black Organization just want a bit of darkness, or maybe it’s because turning on only one light creates a more atmospheric feeling.

I'm not kidding. Even though I've known Gin for such a long time, when I suddenly saw the only light in the dark room shining on him, I couldn't help but be shocked by his sharp profile and shiny silver hair.

It really creates a great atmosphere. Is this what they call admiring a beauty under the lamp?

My slippers paused in mid-air for a moment before carefully landing on the ground.

I swear, I was really walking carefully enough, but Gin looked up the moment I moved towards him, and his sharp eyes shot at me like a knife.

I always feel like I'm going to pull out my gun at any second.

When he saw it was me, Gin lowered his head again and continued to look at the thing in his hand.

I rolled my eyes, went to the kitchen to pour two glasses of water, slowly walked up to Gin, placed the water I poured for him on the coffee table in front of him, and then sat down about a fist away from him.

I could already ignore the Black Organization's stuff. I nudged Gin with my elbow without looking away and smiled, "Brother, drink some water."

"You're not sleeping just so I can drink water?" Gin casually put the documents in his hand aside, without any intention of hiding anything from me. He probably knew that I had no interest in these things at all, so there was no need to hide it from me.

Gin didn't need to be wary of me, did he? In his eyes, I was an absolutely reliable, pure-blooded member of the Black Organization, someone who would never betray him. Given Gin's paranoia, if he had even the slightest suspicion of me, he wouldn't have agreed to let me move in.

"Actually, it's to remind big brother to go to bed early. It's so late, and it's not good for your health if you don't sleep." I showed an expression that said "Kaimen Yingzi cares about you very much", my eyes were pure, innocent and full of care, and I picked up the water cup on the coffee table and held it to his lips with both hands.

That's called a dog leg.

"You haven't slept either?" Gin snorted, but still politely took a sip of the water I offered him. "Why, you came out alone, don't you think it's troublesome to lock and block the door?"

I was stunned: "Huh? How did you know I locked the door and blocked it?"

Gin lowered his eyes and said nothing. He put down his water glass, then turned his head and gave me a straight look: "What do you think?"

When he said that, I understood. Understandingly, I pounded the palm of my left hand with my right fist and said with a tone of profound sorrow, "Brother, are you impressed by my good intentions? I've paid a lot to stop sleepwalking. It's really hard for me."

Gin: “…Oh.”

I swayed my body and pretended to move closer to Gin casually, shortening the distance from one fist to half a fist.

At this distance, I can feel Gin's body temperature.

Gin might look cold, but he's always warm, probably because he's a top killer with excellent physique. The weather is starting to get a bit colder, and the warmth I felt up close made me squint, even though I've always been afraid of the cold.

This temperature is comfortable!

Afraid that Gin would notice I was secretly warming myself, I tilted my head and changed the subject, "But I can sleep until I wake up naturally, and waking up in the afternoon is no problem. Big brother is not like me. He's very busy. Will he have to get up very early tomorrow?"

Gin is a true high-energy person. Sometimes I even suspect that Gosho Aoyama gave him a cheat code that allows him to have super high energy without needing sleep. Similarly high-energy person, Furuya Rei, who works three jobs, still gets at least a few hours of sleep. But Gin, sometimes I even suspect he's completely evolved away from sleep.

Especially when they are on the lookout, Vodka will secretly take a nap, but Gin can stay awake all the time and doesn't even need coffee to refresh himself. He is truly an amazing person.

Gin hummed in disbelief.

"Isn't that right?" I raised my eyebrows smugly. "So, big brother, you should go to bed early? As long as you're a model worker in our organization, there's always work to be done."

"Are you just trying to urge me to sleep? Tell me, what else is there?" Gin was not at all moved by my warmth. He leaned back, closed his eyes, and didn't even bother to look at me.

Alas, the only one who understands me is Gin. Sugar-coated bullets are useless to Gin. I curled my lips and asked honestly, "Then can I know why you are unhappy today?"

Before Gin could speak, I anticipated his denial: "Don't say you're not upset. I know I was wrong, but...Brother, you're not just upset because I used your speakers, right?"

I wisely used the word "unhappy" because I also knew that Gin would never admit that he was angry, and if he was really angry, he should have scolded me directly instead of just being unhappy.

Besides, Gin is actually a very generous person. He wouldn't be angry because I stole his speakers, right? Besides, since he agreed to let me move in, he should have been prepared for the possibility that I would use his things.

I'm not a person with a strong sense of boundaries and politeness, but I'm a member of the Black Organization!

A strange sound came out of Gin's throat, a bit like a sigh, and a bit like... I can't tell.

I waited for Gin's response in confusion. After a while, Gin finally opened his eyes.

But he still didn't look at me, he just looked ahead and said softly:

"I was just wondering why I let you move in."

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