Chapter 73 Chapter 73 I Caught You, Zero Zero
Olga then refused to let go. She rested her chin on his shoulder and nuzzled her cheek against his side. She felt the soft strands of Rei Furuya's hair brush against her skin, causing a slight tickling sensation.
"I just wanted to call you."
She felt a vibration in his chest. He must have been laughing. But he said nothing more.
Olga held onto Rei Furuya, leaning her full weight on him. Rei Furuya silently let her hold him, her fingertips picking up a strand of crimson hair, braiding it casually and then unraveling it.
This atmosphere is actually quite warm.
Olga silently pulled the corners of her mouth, but in the end she couldn't force a sincere smile.
"Hey, Lingling." She spoke softly in his ear.
"Um?"
"You are mine." Her tone was calm, but Ling Jiangu could not see the gloom in her eyes.
After a while, he said "hmm" again.
He would probably think that this was just some childish possessiveness.
Olga chuckled and finally let go of Furuya Rei.
As long as the organization is not destroyed, he will definitely be hers. If the organization is destroyed...
Tsk, let's just try to save the organization. At least for now...maintaining the status quo...is good enough.
*
Furiya Rei watched Olga lie back with a smile on her face, falling directly onto the sofa. She then slid down the back of the sofa a little, then lazily sprawled out on the sofa, staring at him.
"Okay, the sofa is mine and the bed is yours. Go to sleep, Lingling." She said.
Fūya Ling was stunned for a moment, then looked at Olga disapprovingly and said, "You sleep on the bed. I'm not sleepy yet."
It didn't matter to him how he rested, he was used to it. But Olga was different.
Furuya Rei couldn't pinpoint the specific difference. Could it be that Olga couldn't endure hardship? As a member of the organization, how could that be possible for Arthas? But Olga was different.
So, Rei Furuya grabbed Olga's wrist and tried to pull her up from the sofa.
Olga, however, was stubborn and refused to get up from the sofa. She lay there like she was throwing a tantrum and said to him, "This is the custom! The sofa is mine and the bed is yours."
convention.
Furiya Rei couldn't help but recall the first time he met Olga. At that time, he only knew that Olga seemed to be an important member of the Black Organization with a very special status, and he didn't even know her organization code name.
Rei Furuya couldn't help but smile at the memory. The naughty Olga before him seemed to be a resemblance to her childhood self.
It really is... it hasn't changed at all.
Furiya Rei sighed, released Olga's wrist, bent down, picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
"The bed is yours. You're welcome." He put Olga on the bed, tucked the quilt in for her, and patted her head. "Be good, go to bed early."
He saw Olga wrinkle her nose at him and said with a smile, "Good night, Olya."
*
Unfortunately, this "good night" was wasted.
As soon as Fūya Rei turned around, his wrist was grabbed and pulled backwards.
He tensed his muscles almost reflexively, wanting to fight back. Only after realizing that the person behind him was Olga, did he barely control his instinct to attack.
Olga probably took advantage of the moment when he was distracted and relaxed and pushed him down on the bed.
His head hit the pillow, but it didn't hurt. Olga was probably afraid that he would run away, or afraid that he would resist, so she pressed her whole body on him like an octopus.
Furiguchi Rei was both angry and amused. He reached out and patted Olga on the back of her head: "Get up."
Olga buried her head in the crook of his neck, saying nothing, but taking the hand he extended, inserting her five fingers between his and holding it tightly.
Then, Furuya Rei felt her slowly moving up with his hand.
And then——
With a "click".
There was a cool touch of metal on my wrist.
She handcuffed one of his hands, and the other end of the handcuff was fixed to the hollow carved wooden hole in the headboard.
These were probably the handcuffs he had placed in the drawer with Mu Cang, but which had disappeared.
Olga finally climbed off him. She sat on the edge of the bed, her long hair a little disheveled. She looked down at him, her face expressionless, a deep, inextricable gloom in her eyes.
She placed her slightly cold hand on his cheek, rubbing it lightly with her fingertips.
"You're disobedient, Lingling."
Furiya Rei's lips moved, and he was about to say something, but he saw Olga suddenly smile again, pure and flawless, as if the dark emotions just now were just a fleeting illusion.
"Okay, old rules, the sofa is mine and the bed is yours. I won't let you leave until you get eight hours of sleep." She stood up, put her hands behind her back, and winked at him playfully.
Then, she bent down and gently placed a kiss on his forehead, which was as quick as a dragonfly touching the water.
"Goodnight, Zero."
Fūya Ling looked at her from behind. She was rather thin, her long crimson hair casually tied up, leaving a few strands of hair missing. The curves of her shoulder bones were faintly visible under her thin clothing.
Then, her figure completely disappeared as the door closed.
*
Olga kept her word and calculated the time with her watch. She refused to remove the handcuffs even if it was one second less than eight hours. Rei Furuya had no choice but to let her do it.
But Fūya Rei admitted that this was indeed the most sound sleep he had ever had in all these years, no doubt about it.
Oh, it would be even better if the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes wasn't Olga still walking around in that T-shirt.
"Olia..." Furuya Rei placed the forearm of his free hand on his forehead, closed his eyes and sighed.
Olga seemed to have completely failed to grasp what Rei Furuya meant. After uncuffing him, she enthusiastically began talking about lunch.
It was already past twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and it was indeed time for dinner.
So, Furuya Lingyi put his hand on his forehead and went to the dryer, took out Olga's already dried clothes and threw them to her. Without even looking at her, he just said, "Go change your clothes first, dear."
Although Rei Furuya thought that his parent-child relationship with Olga was unbreakable, even so... well, some boundaries were still needed.
Although Olga didn't understand what Rei Furuya was struggling with, she didn't ask any more questions and changed into washed and dried clothes - a black sweatshirt and a pair of loose sports shorts.
Well, she thought wearing just a T-shirt was quite comfortable. Even more comfortable than a nightgown. Especially since it was Lingling's clothes.
*
Olga suddenly wanted to eat tempura, and Furiya Rei naturally agreed to her request.
Coincidentally, I already have all the ingredients I need at home, so I don’t have to go out and buy them.
While Rei Furugaya was cooking, Olga strolled around the kitchen with her hands behind her back. Although she knew no cooking at all, she acted like a culinary master.
Since Olga was completely clueless about cooking, Rei Furuya tried to persuade her to leave the kitchen, but to no avail. It was as if she had suddenly become interested in how Rei Furuya cooked.
Furiya Ling then stopped chasing people away and simply asked Olga to help with a little bit of work. Olga enthusiastically agreed.
So, while Jyouya Ling was cutting vegetables, he asked Olga to pour some oil into the pot.
As a result, when he finished cutting the vegetables and looked up, three full bottles of olive oil were empty, and Olga was holding the fourth bottle and preparing to pour it into the pot.
Jianggu Ling: "..."
Furiya Rei sighed and completely gave up the idea of asking Olga for help.
Then he turned on the deep fryer and started mixing the batter.
After a while, Olga suddenly asked him, "Lingling, why are the oil bubbles coming out?"
Jianggu Ling: "..."
Although he knew that most students found it difficult to apply the little chemistry knowledge they learned in junior high and high school to real life, he still felt helpless.
Furuya Rei calmly explained everything to Olga, but I wonder if she understood. She probably did, considering Olga's academic performance was excellent.
After a while, Jōgō Rei had already coated many ingredients with paste.
Then he heard Olga ask him, "Can we throw these in?"
He looked up at the deep fryer and said, "Hmm—the oil temperature is a bit high. If I put it in now—Olga!"
Furukaya Rei threw Olga to the ground, along with the basin of water she was holding.
That's right, Olga was trying to pour a basin of cold water into a boiling pot of oil. This scared Rei Furuya so much that he suddenly realized...
Who can accept being sent to the hospital by a "kitchen accident"...
Oh, but there are gains and losses. Although she was not blown into the hospital, Olga will probably have to change back into that T-shirt that can be described as "not covering her body".
Fūya Rei cursed in his heart, even using words he would never normally say.
Olga's clothes were mostly wet, clinging to her body. Of course, he was too. He was lying on the ground, holding Olga in his arms. The skin beneath his hands felt delicate and cool, or perhaps it was because he was a little warm.
Furiya Rei sat up from the ground, wiped the water off his face with the back of his hand, and looked at Olga, who was still lying on her back. Her face looked a little dazed and silly, and there was still some of the batter he had rubbed on her face.
It's quite cute.
Furiya Rei then smeared the remaining batter on Olga's face, ignoring her wide-open eyes.
"I didn't expect that our Oriah has a talent for making bombs."
Olga seemed to understand something. Although she covered her face with her hands, Rei Furuya could still see her ears flushed.
"Okay, get up and take a hot shower."
He pulled Olga up from the ground, held her slightly thin shoulders and pushed her out of the kitchen.
A place like the kitchen is totally unsuitable for Olga.
*
Olga didn't stay in Japan for long. As soon as April arrived, she received a call from Vermouth, urging her to return to America, saying that there was progress in the fishing plan for Shuichi Akai.
Although Olga didn't believe Vermouth's words, it was a mission assigned by her boss after all, so she had to at least pretend to be serious. So, Olga had to say goodbye to Rei Furuya and boarded a flight to America.
Due to the tight schedule and the fact that it coincided with the peak travel season of spring break, even though the organization had the financial resources, Olga was unable to buy a good ticket and had to take a small plane of a budget airline back to America.
As the name suggests, a small plane is very small, has no first-class cabin at all, and only has a few rows of business-class seats.
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