Chapter 75 Chapter 75 "Just to protect that person?" ...

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I woke up feeling completely enveloped in warmth.

Gin enclosed me between his arms and the soft bed, his arm draped across my waist, a feeling of undeniable possession yet strangely reassuring. My cheek pressed against his warm, firm chest, and I could even faintly feel the steady beat of his heart, each beat pounding against my eardrums.

Gin's long silver hair was like cool and smooth satin, spread out beside the pillow, and a few strands of it were entangled with my brown hair in an ambiguous way, making it difficult to distinguish one from the other.

My eyelashes fluttered, gently brushing against the skin of his chest. He seemed to sense something, his eyes suddenly opening, and he lowered his head to place a warm kiss on the top of my head.

...some slightly familiar warmth afterwards.

"Awake?" His low and hoarse voice came from above his head, with the laziness of just waking up.

My furry head unconsciously rubbed against his chin, but I couldn't help but let my eyes drift shut again. Hmm, that familiar, subtle soreness emanated from deep within my body, a stark reminder of everything that happened last night…or rather, this morning.

It seemed that after I lost consciousness, Gin had already cleaned me up skillfully and put a nightgown on me. However, because of my not-so-nice sleeping position, the hem of the nightgown rolled up to my waist, revealing a large area of ​​skin.

I closed my eyes, pulling the hem of my skirt back up to my thighs, my voice still thick with sleep as I groaned, "Didn't you say... your mission wouldn't be over for at least two days? Why did you return to Tokyo last night... no, early this morning?"

He said simply: "It ended early."

I suddenly looked up, my eyes lighting up with a bold guess. I narrowed them with ill intent, trying to find a flaw in his otherwise calm face. "Could it be that Big Brother missed me and finished his mission early to come back and keep me company?"

Of course I know the possibility is extremely small, the probability is practically zero. But can't I just say something nice and flatter myself?

I'm even prepared. If Gin is too lazy to talk to me or denies it outright or says he's going to vomit like countless times before, I'll pretend to be sad and ask him to do something to compensate for my broken heart!

However, what I never expected was that Gin didn't deny or mock me. He stared at me with his bottomless dark green eyes, and actually... nodded slightly.

"That's right."

I was completely stunned, blinking repeatedly, almost suspecting I was hallucinating: "Really?"

To my surprise, Gin gave me his usual mocking sneer: "Idiot! You asked me yourself, and you don't even believe me?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, I just want to confirm it. Is it not okay to confirm it?" I was choked by his words, and subconsciously tried to argue with him. However, as I argued, the corners of my mouth kept rising up uncontrollably. This time I really couldn't hold back my laughter, and it felt like little fireworks were exploding in my heart.

Humph, I am just very proud of myself, Gin, Gin who puts the mission and the Black Organization first!

This was the first time Gin admitted that he missed me and even finished his mission early to come back and be with me! He admitted it! He actually admitted it!

Doesn't this mean that the forced melon is sweet, and that I have fallen in love with Gin after sleeping with him?

Well, since he came back just for me, then, then will it be possible?

The question that I had given up on and failed to ask last night suddenly began to stir in my heart again, and I had the urge to ask it again.

My fingertips unconsciously entangled his long silver hair. After hesitating for a long time, I finally mustered up the courage and spoke softly:

“Brother…”

I felt his arm around my waist move slightly, indicating that he was listening.

"Yesterday... when I was half asleep, I heard you say... 'Happy Birthday'?" I paused, my fingertips winding through my hair slowing down, but my heartbeat quietly quickened. "Is today... my birthday?"

The moment the words fell, I clearly felt the muscles of the warm body pressed against me tense up almost imperceptibly for a moment, and even his steady breathing paused for a very brief moment.

It was like a small stone thrown into a seemingly calm deep pool, instantly breaking all the illusion of tranquility.

The air around seemed to stagnate for half a second.

Was I wrong to ask impulsively?

But it’s not my fault. He clearly said happy birthday to me in person. It was just that I was not completely unconscious at the time and still heard it.

It's just that I'm being greedy and insatiable.

Gin obviously knows me very well. He knows that I am a coward, and he also knows that I am a coward and like to test his boundaries and fly wildly on the edge without being really beaten by him.

Besides, it’s my birthday, so what’s wrong with me asking?

Is it my fault?

If there is any fault...it should be Gin's fault!

If he really knew my birthday, why didn't he tell me directly? He had to whisper it to me after knocking me unconscious, and then he got upset when I exposed it.

He has admitted that he missed me and came back for me. He also admitted that he knew my birthday a long time ago and even came back for my birthday. Is there anything he will lose?

...At most, at most, at most it's just a loss of face, right?

Just when I was getting more and more puzzled, he tightened his arms around my waist and pressed me deeper into his arms.

Then, a low, hoarse monosyllable rolled out of his throat, with the laziness of just waking up, but it hit my eardrum clearly:

"Um."

It was just a simple affirmation. But before I could process the complex emotions this confirmation brought, he seemed to be able to see through all my thoughts and spoke immediately. His voice was close behind my ear, with a hint of understanding in his low voice:

"Someone has already told you something."

This is not a question, but a statement.

"You were unhappy before because of this." Gin's tone was a little firm, "You were upset because I didn't know your birthday, or because I knew your birthday but kept it from you."

He really knows me too well.

It accurately exposed some of my little thoughts.

I kept silent and struggled in his arms, but couldn't break free.

His arms were like iron hoops.

Not intending to challenge Gin's strength again, I raised my head in a huff and bit his neck, leaving a faint tooth mark. Then I asked in a muffled voice, "So you knew this a long time ago?"

Gin paused, and said in a slightly strange tone: "Later than Vermouth."

I immediately narrowed my eyes, catching the gap in the words: "How late is later?"

"Remember your birthday," he said, seeming to choose his words carefully. "It was two years ago."

Maybe it's my illusion, but I always feel that Gin's tone is a bit vague and evasive.

Two years ago, I counted on my fingers and seemed to realize something. Just as I was about to ask, I heard Gin change the subject, and there was a barely perceptible chill in his voice:

"So who told you that?"

What he asked was who told me that today was my birthday.

Then I definitely wouldn't betray Lei, I'm such a righteous person.

I wrinkled my nose and tried to get away with it: "Couldn't I have found it myself?"

But unexpectedly, Gin denied it outright: "Impossible."

"Wow, big brother, how much of a loser am I in your eyes? What if it's me..."

He suddenly interrupted me: "Is this the person who gave you the earrings?"

I don't know where the guilt came from, I was startled, subconsciously raised my head, and looked at the bedside table following his cold gaze.

On it were Gin's and Gin's cell phones... and a slightly familiar black jewelry box.

It seems to be... the birthday present I received from Lei yesterday.

Hehehe! ...No way!

Finished!

No, how did Gin find out?

I remember I clearly installed it, how did Gin find out!

Did he pick my pockets?

Okay, okay, I didn't expect that a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes like Gin would also pick people's pockets! I thought that only I would do such unethical and immoral things, like when I found konpeito in Gin's windbreaker pocket.

It’s too late to accuse!

I trembled as I looked away, meeting Gin's green eyes, which seemed to be frozen with Siberian ice. "It fell out of your clothes, so who gave it to you?"

I felt such a strong sense of oppression, sob, sob. I was determined not to "kick Lei into the ditch if Lei trusted me." I had to protect a handsome guy like Lei, not to mention FBI agent Akai Shuichi. My eyes darted around, a plan came to mind, and I got ahead of myself, feigning anger and turning the tables:

"How dare you ask me that?!"

Gin: “?”

"Everyone knows to give me a birthday present! What about you?" I suddenly stretched out my hand, spread out my palm, and looked like I was asking for a debt. "Where's my present? Where is it?"

"Gift?" he repeated, seemingly unable to follow my jumping logic.

"Wow! It's my birthday today! Is a simple 'Happy Birthday' enough? No! I want a gift!" I shook my open palm recklessly. "Just your body isn't enough! I'm a super materialistic little girl, and I want a really expensive gift! I want it now!"

"Just to protect that person?" Gin's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he was not distracted by my interruption at all.

"Brother, don't change the subject. You owe me something now." I still insisted, "You owe me something now! It's you who didn't prepare a gift for me! That's the point!"

"Who told you that you deserved such protection?" Gin suddenly grabbed my outstretched wrist, his palm scorching hot, probably annoyed by my shifting the blame. He practically choked out those names, "Rye? Bourbon? Or..."

Lei, do you think you're unlucky? Gin's first suspicion is you.

I'm a little worried now that Lei, who is too prominent, will become a thorn in Gin's side. Will he be exposed before Camille reminds Rum and Gin will catch him in advance?

However, now wasn't the time to feel bad for Lei. I said with a surprised look on my face, "Wow, Gin, aren't you childish? In order to avoid giving me a gift, you even dragged someone else into it?"

"What did you call me just now?"

Gin's reaction was astonishingly fast. He caught the name I blurted out in a hurry, and his dark green eyes suddenly narrowed, his pupils slightly dilating for a moment.

Gin's sudden change was a bit scary. I, who had just been immersed in his jokes, instinctively shrank my neck, and my momentum instantly dropped. "Did I say anything?"

"Not 'Big Brother' anymore?" he repeated, his voice lowered, carrying a dangerous magnetism. Instead of loosening his grip on my wrist, he exerted force, pulling me, who had unknowingly distanced myself from him, back into his embrace.

“Hmm…!”

What does he mean by this? Is he punishing me or rewarding me?

This wasn't a gentle kiss at all. It was filled with aggression and a surge of suppressed emotion. In his excitement, his teeth accidentally brushed against my lips. I felt no pain, only a deeper, entangled embrace that seemed to rob me of my breath and thoughts.

I was kissed so hard that I couldn't breathe and thought blankly: Could this be his birthday present?

No, I already told you, my body isn’t strong enough!!! Even if I do it again, it won’t be enough!!!

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The author has something to say: Completed!

Sorry for being late, I'll give everyone red envelopes in the comment section. I suspect I'll be late tomorrow too. TT. When can I stop working overtime? TT

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