"Don't mention him!" Vermouth frowned as if she had a headache, rubbing her temples with her fingers.
"The organization's number one problem child!"
"If he had even half of Mr. Gao Yuan's gentleness and gentlemanly manners, I would be thanking my God!"
Gao Yuan chuckled.
"Then I'm afraid that if I join you, I won't get along very well with him."
"I'd say I don't get along well with anyone..."
"If I knew how to get along with people normally, I wouldn't be who I am now..."
Vermouth gave him another meaningful look, treating it as a condition for negotiation.
"I can assure you on behalf of the boss that you will have full freedom and a say in the matter."
"Mr. Gao Yuan, did you find our conversation pleasant enough?"
Gao Yuan nodded.
"Then, you can communicate with me alone from now on."
As Vermouth spoke, her eyes gradually revealed that tender, seductive look again.
She reached out and touched Gao Yuan's cheek as before.
"If I may ask, Mr. Gao Yuan... have you ever had any romantic relationships with women before?"
Gao Yuan remained motionless as before, letting her fingers caress him.
Or perhaps they don't know how to react.
"...No one wants to date a murderer, whether male or female."
His voice was deep, masking a hint of hoarseness.
A charming smile appeared on Vermouth's lips, but her eyes held a teasing expression.
"But people always feel lonely, especially men... especially, a young man like you..."
Her fingertips once again fiddled with those two thin lips.
Gao Yuan's breathing became heavier, and he felt dry from his lips to his throat.
"It's alright..." he blurted out honestly, "There are places like brothels to go to..."
This time, Vermouth couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He then leaned closer and lightly licked those lips, which had been caressed until they were red.
“Poor bachelor…” she whispered, her breath carrying the aroma of wine.
"Trust me, you won't be lonely from now on..."
Gao Yuan instinctively widened his eyes, but pursed his lips, as if savoring the taste she left behind.
The next moment, Absinthe's soft and moist lips pressed against hers.
"So inexperienced..." Her soft laughter echoed between her lips, filled with tenderness and affection.
"Don't worry, I'll teach you..."
Two pairs of lips intertwined, one actively exploring, while the other passively yielding.
Absinthe knew that the power was in its own hands.
As long as she...
Unexpectedly, the person opposite suddenly moved back.
The prepared enthusiasm fell into the air.
His distant eyes watched her coldly from a distance.
What if I said... I'd rather be lonely?
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