Chapter 95 Chapter 95 "No goodbye kiss for me?" ...

85.

Congratulations, Jianggu Ling, if you mess with me, you're like kicking cotton!

What's the point of provoking me? The consequence of provoking me is simply provoking me, because I'm powerless to fight back. Provoking me is like picking on a soft persimmon. I'll show you with my actions that nothing will happen if you provoke me. I'm different from others. Provoking me is like not provoking me at all. Just be happy, you've provoked the most provocative person in the entire organization!

Qiaodou Madai, it sounds so unimpressive.

I subconsciously frowned, wondering what I could use to threaten Rei Furuya's declaration of quitting being a fan, when I heard Gin, who was standing next to me, say a cold, single syllable from his throat: "Oh?"

I immediately turned to look at Gin with anticipation.

Yes, I have Gin's support!

That's right, Zhenzhenjiang, that's the guy! Go ahead! My big eyes immediately shot out biubiubiu rays, as if I was saying, "Close the door and put in the gin!"

Well, I saw that Gin didn't look at me, but his eyes were always fixed on Bourbon's face, and I suddenly felt a little worried.

Could it be that Gin, who was just as disgusted as I was, also put me on the list? After all, Bourbon was using my words!

Gin's voice was low and full of warning danger: "It seems you have a lot of free time."

Bourbon shook the half-empty glass of bourbon in his hand, and the ice cubes made a crisp clinking sound. Bourbon-chan, having accomplished something great, calmly responded with a smirk, his tone flat and unwavering, "No match for you, Gin."

He glanced at me meaningfully.

Although I didn't understand what he was referring to, Gin obviously did.

Gin's eyes grew even colder: "Bourbon."

Bourbon drank the rest of the wine in the glass and put it down with a soft "tap" sound. Then he stood up, straightened his collar which did not need to be straightened, and nodded slightly to Gin. His movements were smooth and natural, as if the brief tit-for-tat had never happened.

"You guys take your time to fall in love, I'm leaving first."

After saying that, he didn't even look at us again. He turned around and walked towards the door of the bar. It seemed like he was too lazy to care about love and just wanted to leave.

Ah this, ah this, ah this.

Have I ruined Gin's reputation a little bit again?

I put my finger on my chin and started thinking, pretending to apologize to Gin: "Zhen——"

Gin ignored me, staring at the door and said stiffly:

"An eyesore."

Me: “…” Bro, everyone is gone!

He then slowly shifted his gaze to my face. The coldness in his eyes had not yet completely faded, mixed with extremely obvious displeasure and... irritation?

"Go pack your things." Gin ordered, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"Huh?" I was stunned and didn't react. "It's not time to get off work yet..."

"We're closed now." He interrupted me, his voice still cold and hard, his eyes scanning me from head to toe, finally stopping on my eyes.

I blinked, then belatedly tasted something.

I deliberately tilted my head, staring at him with wide eyes, my face filled with undisguised surprise and curiosity. "Why are you closing so suddenly? Zhen, don't you always let me leave work early for personal matters? Are my personal matters just personal matters, and yours just..."

Before I could finish my words, Gin suddenly leaned forward and approached.

His tall body brought a strong sense of oppression, his long silver hair almost brushed my cheeks, his hot breath sprayed on the tip of my nose, and his dark green eyes were bottomless.

He stared at me, his thin lips slightly parted, and slowly, word by word, he threw back the very words I had just used to interrupt Bourbon, even emphasizing the pronunciation of certain words:

"I don't... 'love you too much'?"

His voice was low and hoarse, with a dangerous magnetism. He bent down, and his angular, mixed-race handsome face moved closer to me little by little.

"Look," he said, almost touching my lips, our warm breaths intertwined, "what should I do?"

I:"……"

Seriously, I felt my cheeks suddenly start to burn, and I even thought I heard the sound of my face blushing.

Gin looked at me, completely stunned and with my ears red, and the displeasure and irritability in his eyes seemed to finally dissipate a little, replaced by a deeper light.

He stood up and stopped pressing me, but his eyes were still locked on me, as if I were a prey in his grasp with nowhere to escape.

"Go clean it up," he repeated, his tone returning to its usual commanding tone, but with a subtle hint of teasing at the end. "Five minutes."

I nodded dazedly, turned around almost at the same time, and ran to tell other colleagues to leave work early and assign tasks to notify the guests who were still drinking and chatting.

That is, when I was talking to them, I couldn't help but replay his words "I love you so much" and "Let's see what we can do" in my mind... It's a bit like an old-fashioned cassette recorder, the kind that plays tapes.

Tsk, ouch, ouch…haha…hehe…ga ga ga…

Should I say thank you Bourbon?

Well, my fan status can be back again.

86.

Gin, seated at the bar, watched the petite figure drift away, his fingertips unconsciously caressing the cold outer layer of the trench coat. He glanced at the seat where Bourbon had sat, his eyes cold again.

An eyesore.

But... he remembered the look of someone who had just gotten angry and then calmed down in an instant, his face flushed red, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up two pixels.

never mind.

Why not think about where we'll be when we get home tonight...

87.

I am really impressed.

I finally became desensitized to every part of my home, but why is it happening in the car too...

88.

I curled up on the living room sofa wrapped in a soft blanket, watching Gin and Vodka go through their routine weapons check.

They are leaving Tokyo for another mission this time. Although they are expected to come back tomorrow, it also means that I will have to stay alone in the bar attic for one night.

...It's pretty good, I'm taking a rest.

"Go change your clothes." Gin put away the Bethel Tower without even looking up. "I'll take you to the bar on the way."

My body stiffened for a moment, my fingers clenched the edge of the blanket, and I whispered, "Uh... actually... I can go over there by myself..."

Vodka, who was standing nearby, heard this and asked in confusion, "Huh?"

I understand his confusion. After all, "If you don't take advantage of a good opportunity, you're a bastard" has always been my life creed, and I especially like to "take advantage of any car I can get." This was the first time I actively refused Gin to drive me to the bar, and I refused in a very hesitant way, which was really abnormal and outrageous.

It would have been fine if he didn't say anything, but as soon as he spoke, I immediately went from shy to fighting mode!

I curled the corners of my mouth, sneered in an ambiguous way, and looked straight at the culprit.

Gin, who didn't care about my refusal at all, had just put on his windbreaker. When he heard my sneer and Vodka's question, he didn't even raise an eyebrow.

I was so angry that my cheeks puffed up and my eyes widened, trying to burn two holes in some disguised iceberg with my eyes.

Vodka was still looking left and right: "Why? What happened?"

Why else?!

I recall some embarrassing, back-breaking, leg-wracking events that happened in the not-so-spacious back seat of the Porsche 356A, and in the even more cramped front passenger seat... I can't bear to recall them!

The soreness all over my body that hasn't completely dissipated is still protesting wildly!

Gin seemed to finally sense the resentment in my gaze, which was almost materializing. He slowly raised his head, his dark green eyes sweeping across my puffed-up face. Then, as Vodka and I—well, mainly Vodka—looked on in shock, his thin lips curved upwards in a distinct arc.

Is he laughing?

Vodka and I were both stunned.

Gin had no intention of explaining.

He stretched out his long legs and walked over to the sofa, looking down at me. I felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and was about to look away, but he leaned down, one hand on the back of the sofa, and enclosed me in his shadow.

Then, under Vodka's gaze that was about to pop out of his head, he lowered his head and his warm lips covered mine accurately.

I was caught off guard by his sudden and unreserved intimacy, especially in front of Vodka. My already red cheeks turned even redder. I subconsciously pressed my hands against his chest, but they were weak and I couldn't muster any strength.

Help... I could almost hear Vodka taking a deep breath.

The kiss was just a quick taste, and thankfully it was just a quick taste.

He touched the side of my face and whispered, "I'll change the car to take you there."

"Huh?"

Gin had already stood up, stretched out his hand, picked me up from the sofa along with the blanket, and carried me directly into the bedroom.

…He even personally took out a soft wool dress and a thick coat from the closet, held me in one hand and the clothes in the other, and asked in a negotiating manner: "Shall I help you put them on?"

"Wow, are you crazy? Put me down, I can put on the clothes myself!!!" My daughter screamed and struggled frantically in his arms. She tried to jump to the ground, hurriedly snatched the clothes from his hands, and pushed him out the door.

Gin rarely obeyed my strength and walked to the door, not forgetting to say: "Hurry up."

When I reluctantly walked out of the bedroom, Vodka had already left, and Gin was leaning against the wall next to the entrance waiting for me.

Seeing me come out, Gin walked up to me, carefully combed my messy hair with his hands, then zipped up my coat all the way to the top, almost covering half of my face.

When he did all this, his expression was as cold as ever, just like a stern dad. I felt dizzy and let my guard down again.

But when he was helping me straighten the large hood of my coat, he lowered his head again and leaned forward.

There was limited space in the hat, and our faces were so close together that we could hear our breathing.

He didn't kiss my lips again, but instead pressed his warm lips against my forehead and stayed there for a moment. Then he slowly moved down, kissed the tip of my nose, and finally, landed on my lips again.

"Brother? Yingzi? Are you ready?" Vodka's voice knocking on the door and urging was heard outside.

Gin paused, slowly stood up, and straightened my clothes. His gaze paused on my watery eyes for a moment before he returned to his usual cold demeanor. He opened the door and glanced at Vodka calmly: "Let's go."

Just like the person who kissed me gently under the hat just now was not him, and he calmly pulled me past Vodka.

My face was so red that it was about to explode, and I wanted to bury my whole face in the collar of my coat.

...Oh my God, please come and make Gin stop using his magical powers. I can’t stand it anymore!

89.

In the end, Gin didn't use the Porsche 356A, but instead chose a black luxury car that looked understated but had a noticeably more spacious interior. Vodka sat in the driver's seat, and Gin and I sat in the back seat.

——Honestly, after realizing this, I suspect that Gin had no intention of driving that car. After all...right...it wouldn't be used...right...

All the way, Vodka drove without looking around, trying to minimize his presence. Gin closed his eyes, resting, but one hand remained firmly on mine, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing my knuckles. I tilted my head to watch the rapidly receding street scene outside the window, my face lingering with heat, and I gritted my teeth.

The car stopped smoothly in front of the bar, and Vodka muttered a reminder: "Yingzi, we're here."

I felt as if I had been pardoned and immediately wanted to push the door and get out of the car, but when I tried to free my wrist, Gin grabbed it again.

"Huh?"

Gin looked at me with burning eyes: "Wait for me to pick you up tomorrow, be careful."

So serious? I nodded, but couldn't help but tease, "You won't give me a goodbye kiss?"

Gin's eyes suddenly darkened. Instinctively refusing to spend too much time with him in the car, I quickly broke free from his hand: "Just kidding, just kidding. I'm leaving now. You and Vodka should pay attention to your safety!"

I ran to the door and when I opened it, I saw the car completely leave through the reflection of the glass door. I breathed a sigh of relief.

But it's not completely loose.

Before the bar was ready for opening, someone pushed the door open, ignoring the "Temporarily Closed" sign.

I was about to put my hands on my hips and chase them away when I realized the person who walked in was wearing a black jacket and a knitted hat pulled down low, partially covering his eyebrows and eyes. However, his walking posture, iconic dark green eyes, and curly hair on his forehead made him recognizable at a glance.

It's Ley.

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The author has something to say: It's so sweet, I'm a little tired of it (not really). I'm going to clean it up and start researching to finish it...

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