Chapter 92 Chapter 92 (Including 11k nutrient solution supplement) ...

75.

I understand.

Gin, he likes to play, imprison, confine, play!

I should have been alert when I first found the handcuffs in his room!

How could I ignore this guy's inherently immoral nature just because it suited my original intention of wanting to sleep with Gin?

He simply enjoyed keeping me at home, enjoying the feeling that I was waiting for him to come home every day, with only him in my heart and eyes.

Then he was wrong.

Have some loofah soup!

I'm not that kind of person.

I can be willing to stay at home all day because I am lazy, but I absolutely, absolutely, absolutely cannot deprive myself of the possibility of going out freely because of anyone's selfish desires.

Even if he is Gin, it is not allowed.

I suddenly realized that Gin and I seemed to have finally entered the legendary adjustment period in a relationship. Is this a necessary stage after talking things out?

This discovery made my eyes light up. It's hard to describe the feeling I had. It felt like a sense of accomplishment—it was gin, after all. And then there was that… sweetness? A sweet and sour throbbing sensation? A feeling of love? Was this what love felt like…?

However, even though my eyes are bright, I really want to correct the XP that Gin mistakenly tried to lock me up for. It's a pity...

The fatigue from excessive physical exertion surged into my brain like a tide, and my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't even keep them open.

Thanks for the invitation. I'm dizzy. If you have anything to say, I'll tell you when I wake up...

76.

This time when I woke up, it was the most comfortable time for me.

The soft quilt wrapped around the body, as if every inch of tired and sore muscles were properly soothed, and the mind also felt comfortable, not just the comfort of letting Gin sleep.

There wasn't even the expected oppression of being imprisoned.

What’s going on? Have I already spoiled Gin (?) to this extent?

The seat next to me was empty, and there wasn't even a dent in the sheets from sleeping, which showed how I rolled around in bed after Gin left.

I stretched, and my stomach growled. This time, the sound was especially clear in the quiet bedroom. Luckily, I was alone, so I could only embarrass myself.

The feeling of hunger came up belatedly, my stomach was empty and I was very hungry.

I fumbled for my phone and turned on the screen. Hmm, as expected of me, I slept until three in the afternoon. No wonder I was hungry.

Last night... No, it was early this morning... I fell into a deep sleep right after this morning. Now I'm starving, but I'm not feeling well at all.

Don't say I ate noodles before bed last night and did "intense exercise" after eating a full meal. Isn't it normal for me to be hungry after consuming too much? Moreover, as we all know, the more you eat at night, the hungrier you will be when you wake up the next day. There is a reason for this!

It only took me a second to decide to start harassing Gin.

[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: Formation! Where are you?]

[Beautiful girl Yingyingzi: Cat peeking out.jpg]

[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: I woke up, feeling refreshed, the trembling sensation was awesome!]

[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: What are you doing? Why aren't you replying to my message?]

[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: Did you miss me? ]

[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: When will you be back? Have you eaten today?]

[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: I want to think about think about think about think about think about think about you ...

[Beautiful girl Yingyingzi: Hehe, I was just kidding. There's no cat at home. I was just hitting it on purpose to tease you.]

[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: Humph, being entangled with someone like me, isn't it cute? Isn't it helpless? Isn't it enjoyable? Don't you miss me sometimes? Don't you regret not talking to me sooner?]

[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: Please be my husband. I will give in to you in everything. I will let you wash clothes, cook, do housework, and make money to support me.]

[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: Woohoo, honey, I'm hungry! I miss you so much, so much, so much, I miss the noodles you made... so much!]

A series of messages bombarded me, featuring all kinds of exaggerated emoticons. My hands were slapping on the screen as fast as throwing stones into a river. Unfortunately, Gin didn't say a word in reply.

However, after sending so many messages, Gin didn't block me... Although I haven't read it...

So busy?

What are you busy with?

He used to reply to my messages while he was in the middle of killing someone, but now he doesn’t even read them. It’s true that men don’t cherish what they have!

I will remember this grudge!

...Then I'd better wait until he's almost done with his work before questioning him about how he had the nerve to lock me up for so long. Then I'll have a heart-to-heart talk with him and tell him that this isn't okay. If I were another girl with a stronger personality, she would have turned against him long ago.

But even though I'm a bit of a coward, I do have a temper, and I don't accept being locked up at home.

I curled my lips, rubbed my still rumbling stomach, and decided to torture someone else.

[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: Vodka! Vodka! Speak up! Speak up! Don't think I don't know you're alive just because you don't say anything!]

[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: I'm starving, why don't you come and bring me food?]

[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: Did Big Brother ask you to work again? Is there any work more important than mine? Bring me food first——]

[Beautiful girl Yingyingzi: I don't have a habit of going on hunger strike. I'm telling you, if I lose even a little weight from hunger, I'll complain to Big Brother, saying you're mistreating me and not giving me food.]

[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: Humph, I tell you, you're doomed!]

[Beautiful girl Yingyingzi: sharpening a knife towards a vodka bottle.jpg]

After sending it, I threw my phone aside, hugged the quilt and rolled around in bed twice, trying to use the remaining warmth from sleep to resist hunger.

However, time passed minute by minute, and the room was so quiet that I could hear my own breathing and the occasional protests from my stomach.

Not only was he awake, but there was no sound from his phone either.

Yes, not only did Gin not respond, but Vodka was also silent?

Something is wrong.

Could it be... Gin really intends to starve me? Impossible...

They must be so busy that they didn't even look at their phones, fearing that it would slow down their killing speed.

I was just wondering whether or not to call directly when Vodka finally replied.

【Vodka:?】

[Vodka: Send food? What kind of food?]

[Vodka: Big Brother didn't tell me. Neither you nor Big Brother said anything.]

【Vodka: Do you want to eat anything? 】

I stared at these four short lines, stunned.

Didn't tell him to? Didn't tell him to? Didn't Gin ask him to bring me food?

I typed in disbelief:

[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: What do you mean? Gin locked me up at home, and he doesn't even provide food?! He wants to starve me to death?!]

This time, Vodka replied quickly, his tone filled with confusion:

[Vodka: Locked you up? Big brother didn't lock you up.]

[Vodka: When Big Brother left this morning, he only told you to have a good rest, he didn't tell you not to go out.]

…

None of my business?

ha? ? ?

I suddenly sat up from the bed. Because I moved too quickly, my vision went dark for a moment, and my legs, which had recovered well, suddenly felt a pain. I hissed in pain and quickly covered my hands in embarrassment.

None of my business?!

How could that be possible! He clearly said, "You need to stay home for a few more days" and "Spend Christmas Eve at home. Vodka and I will be with you." I'm definitely not just dreaming. He whispered those words in my ear before falling asleep, holding me in his arms!

I jumped out of bed barefoot, not even bothering to put on slippers, and almost rushed to the door of my house and grabbed the metal door handle.

Twist gently.

“Click.”

With a slight sound, the door... opened.

It drives exceptionally smoothly.

Outside is the corridor and elevator, which are clearly visible.

The door was not locked.

Gin, didn't lock me up.

When he said "stay at home", did he really mean "stay" in the literal sense? And not imprisonment?

I froze at the door, dazed for a long time. After I came to my senses, I almost frantically grabbed the phone and called Gin directly.

It rang five or six times, and just when I thought he wasn't going to answer, the phone was connected.

"Speak." His low and cold voice came from the other end. There was a faint noise in the background, as if they were in a car or some not-so-quiet environment.

"Zhen!" My voice was a little distorted, and I asked incoherently, "When you left this morning... the door... the door was not locked?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then he sneered with a hint of sarcasm: "Why should I lock the door?"

"Didn't you say... that you wanted me to stay at home until the end of the year?" I asked in disbelief.

"I'm saying, 'Stay home for a few days. Vodka and I will spend Christmas Eve with you.'" His voice was steady and clear, like electricity. "Did I ever say I wanted to lock you up?"

I:"……"

It seems... really not.

His original words were "stay", not "lock up".

So, I misunderstood and judged Gin by my own standards?

"Something you don't like," he paused, no emotion in his voice, but his speech slowed down a bit, and he sighed helplessly, "When have I ever really forced you to do anything?"

"Go out if you want," he continued, his tone returning to his usual terse, commanding tone, his voice hurried. "Be safe. And avoid contact with those messy people in the organization, so you don't let anything slip and get me in trouble."

He was still busy, and someone seemed to be reporting something in a low voice in the background.

“…Oh.” I responded hesitantly, my mind still a mess.

He seemed really busy: "Hang up."

"Wait!" I hurriedly called out to him. Qin Xin's cheeks were still burning, and her voice became softer. "Well... I'm hungry."

There seemed to be a very light laugh from the other end of the phone, and the sound was so short that it almost made people think it was an illusion.

"There's food in the fridge," he said flatly, "or you can go out for dinner. If you need a ride, ask for Vodka. I'm busy, wait until I get home, okay?"

After he finished speaking, before I could say anything else, a busy tone came from the receiver.

I stood at the open door, holding my cell phone, feeling a little lost for a moment.

Freedom came so suddenly that I was a little overwhelmed.

So, he wasn't trying to imprison me? He just... really wanted me to stay home quietly for a few days, out of the spotlight? And, in a way... I could accept?

...I give in.

This guy is really arrogant. What would happen if he grew a mouth early?

But isn't the fridge empty? I don't have much to eat in my snack cupboard either.

I walked to the refrigerator doubtfully and opened it.

——There was actually quite a lot of stuff stuffed in there: milk, eggs, bread, a bento, and a few boxes of yogurt.

I ran to the living room and found that the snack cabinet was also filled to the brim with snacks that I often eat. I bought three packs of each.

When did he prepare all this?

Is Gin some kind of Doraemon? How can you prepare so much in one morning and then go on a mission?

I took out a box of yogurt from the refrigerator, put in a straw, and the cool, sour and sweet taste slid into my throat, slightly soothing the hunger in my stomach and the confused thoughts.

So, all my previous inner dramas, the struggles, the corrections, were completely my own one-man show? Gin, didn't even want to do anything to me?

...No, no, I don't believe it. He definitely thought about locking me up and not letting me go out. It's just...

I took out my phone and looked at the chat interface with Gin.

The bunch of cheesy love words and emoticons I sent before are still clearly visible.

This time it showed that he had read it, but just didn't reply.

After thinking about it, I sent another message.

[Beautiful girl Yingyingzi: The yogurt is delicious! Thank you, husband!]

[Beautiful girl Yingyingzi: Little rabbit love launch.jpg]

This time, Gin read unusually fast.

Even returned it.

【My only brother:. 】

Tsk, why does it feel... even more wrong?

vigilance!

Or maybe he shouldn't come back?

77.

It was already late at night. After turning on all the lights in the house, I sat cross-legged on the carpet in the living room.

The TV was playing "Wulin Waijia", a show that I always watched with great interest. But this time, my mind was not on the plot at all. My focus was on catching every movement outside the door with my ears.

When the key was inserted into the lock and the door handle turned with a slight "click", I almost jumped up from the carpet like a small cannonball. I didn't even bother to put on my slippers and rushed to the entrance with my bare feet "clacking".

The door opened, and Gin's tall figure walked in with the cold air from outside.

Before he had time to change his shoes or even close the door completely, I had already thrown myself on him, wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, and rubbed my cheek hard against the cold fabric of his windbreaker.

"Zhen! You're back!"

Gin seemed to be paused by my sudden attack, and then a hand wearing a black leather glove pressed on the back of my head and rubbed my hair roughly.

His other hand naturally exerted a little force and easily lifted me up with one hand. My legs subconsciously clamped around his thin waist, and to maintain balance, my arms hugged his neck even tighter.

"Tsk." He snorted, a subtle sound, and bit off his glove. It was hard to believe how intoxicating this scene was. After changing his shoes, he carried me inside, his free hand patting my butt gently. "Behave yourself."

My ears were burning from his slap, but I refused to give in. I buried my face in his neck and sniffed the scent of tobacco mixed with the cold air outside.

He carried me to the sofa, but instead of putting me down immediately, he sat down first. I then sat on his lap.

His tone was somewhat cheerful, but even if you listened carefully you could hear a hint of fatigue: "Why are you so well behaved today?"

I sat on his lap and held his face in my hands, feeling the taut curve of his jawline with my fingertips.

I leaned in close, my nose almost touching his, looking at him with sparkling eyes, and boasting, "Isn't this the wonderful life you dreamed of? Going home and having a sweet and soft wife rush over to hug you!"

Upon hearing this, Gin twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, his smile carrying a hint of his usual sarcasm: "I haven't thought about it."

No one would believe that. You couldn’t even hold back the corners of your mouth!

"No way!" I put my forehead against his, piercing his disguise, "I've seen through you, hehe!"

He looked at my face which was very close to him and still had a little smugness on it. He didn't refute me, but his eyes darkened a little.

I seized the opportunity and pecked his slightly cool thin lips quickly, like a bird pecking, and the touch was instantaneous.

He tightened his hands on my waist, holding my body steady as I tried to retreat, and raised his other hand to grab the back of my neck, preventing me from escaping.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her.

This kiss was unlike the fleeting touch I'd just had. It was undeniably deep and predatory. His scent enveloped me completely, a blend of cold and heat. His lips were sucked, his teeth pried open with ease, and his tongue, with its distinct flavor, penetrated me with unwavering force, sweeping across every corner, entwining me, leaving no room for retreat.

I don't know how long it was before he moved away a little. I subconsciously wanted to continue looking for his lips, but when I couldn't find them, I instinctively opened my eyes and took a deep breath.

He looked at my misty and hazy eyes, and rubbed my wet and swollen lower lip with the slightly rough tip of his thumb.

"Yes, I like it." His voice was low and hoarse, with the magnetism of satisfaction.

I was gasping for breath and unable to speak, so I could only bury my hot face in his neck again, just like an ostrich.

He chuckled softly, his chest vibrating, and the arms around me tightened.

After a moment of tenderness, he patted my back and said, "Get up."

I moved away reluctantly and watched him stand up. He quickly took off the long black windbreaker that was cold from outside and casually put it on the armrest of the sofa.

I immediately clung to him like a sticky candy, hugged his slender waist from behind, and pressed my cheek against his broad back, feeling the warm body temperature and taut muscle lines under his turtleneck.

"What were you busy with today?" I asked gloomily. "When I called you this afternoon, it felt like you were so noisy."

Gin turned his head and glanced at me with his dark green eyes. Before he could say anything, I immediately reacted, let go of my hands, and covered my ears: "Ah! I don't want to listen! Don't tell me! I'm not interested at all!"

He looked at me with a foolish look, sneered, turned to face me, raised his hand and flicked my forehead lightly.

"So what are you interested in?" He asked calmly, but with a hint of inquiry. "Sherry?"

My hand covering my forehead froze, and the expression on my face froze instantly.

Shirley?

No way?

No way?

I raised my head and looked at him in a panic, my voice changing: "Didn't you...didn't you promise me that you could...you could let Shirley go?"

Gin walked to the counter, poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, and then said slowly: "I can let her go."

I breathed a sigh of relief and picked it up again.

"But Boss, you can't. The organization will definitely catch her. If they do, how can that woman not betray you? Unless someone can immediately take over all her research projects and reach, or even surpass, her level."

My heart sank. “…Can anyone take over?”

"Of course not." Gin answered crisply, even a hint of sarcasm on his lips. "If there was, the organization wouldn't have spent so many resources waiting for her to grow up. Seeing that she doesn't obey the arrangements, they still spoil her."

I murmured, "Then...what should I do?"

Yes, Shirley is very important. The project she is working on is the "Silver Bullet" that the Black Organization has been planning for so many years to obtain. What's more, she was taken away by a defected Japanese public security undercover...

Gin looked down at me, the mocking smile on his face deepening, with a cold, all-knowing look: "You wanted her to escape so badly, but when you were instigating this, didn't you consider how she would deal with the organization's pursuit and... liquidation after she escaped?"

He leaned closer to me, his voice lowered to a dangerous level, "Or, are you counting on the Japanese police to take her away...do they have any foolproof plan to protect you and them?"

His question left me speechless, and I even suspected that he had ulterior motives and was jealous of Scotland.

"You...it's no fun if you talk like that." I muttered weakly, turning my face away, not daring to look into his eyes.

Gin stood up and took another sip of water, his Adam's apple rolling. He walked over to the sofa and sat down, pulling me to him. His arm habitually wrapped around my shoulders, his fingers occasionally curling the ends of my hair.

"So," his low voice rang in my ears, almost whispering, but every word was clear and struck my heart, "I pointed out a path for them... that might work."

I turned my head to look at him, my eyes brightening again: "...What road?"

God, I knew Gin would find a way!

Stupid ruler, shocking! Has Gin finally become a tyrant? Has he started giving advice to the Japanese police?

But, is there any way to make the Black Organization give up hunting down Shirley?

Gin lowered his eyes and looked at me, with only a cold calmness in his eyes.

"If you want the organization to let Shirley go, stop hunting her, and prevent her from getting you into trouble, there's only one way."

He slowly uttered a word, his voice as cold as ice: "Death."

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The author has something to say: I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival! I’m giving everyone red envelopes!

Did you guys spend the Mid-Autumn Festival at home or out? I couldn't go home, so I went to eat hot pot with my colleagues who got off work at 8:30 today because they worked for eight days during the National Day holiday [kiss][kiss][kiss]

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