Chapter 81: That's not possible. Haven't you eaten?
Gin stood up, distanced himself from Kitahara Yuki, and walked towards the wine cabinet in the suite.
There are only a handful of people who know about the G deck mission. Bourbon doesn't know, and he won't be the rat who leaked the information.
Kitahara Yuki deliberately followed his words.
What is the other party's purpose?
To get rid of Bourbon, or to protect Bourbon?
He opened a bottle of bourbon whiskey, and then the orange-yellow transparent liquid slowly flowed out with the tilted glass, swirling around the wall of the glass and remaining at the bottom.
"You want to use my hand to get rid of Bourbon?"
If he admits, Toru Amuro is most likely an undercover agent of the organization.
If he doesn't admit it, Toru Amuro and Kitahara Yuki are both enemies of the organization.
Gin lowered his eyelids to cover the emotions in his eyes, and pushed the glass filled with one-third of bourbon to Kitahara Yuki.
Kitahara Yuki took it and tapped the glass slowly with his fingers, making a slightly silent sound, "Of course--"
He stretched out the last syllable and paused for a moment maliciously.
Gin tensed the muscles of his forearm and touched Berle Tower with his left hand.
"But not now." Kitahara Yuki sneered from his throat, "Wait until I get tired of playing with him."
The sentence was ambiguous enough.
Gin put away his left hand on Berle Tower and asked the same question as when he entered A07, "What is your relationship with Bourbon?"
Kitahara Yuki sat down at the counter, leaned back slightly, controlled his facial expressions, and skillfully brought out his personality in THREE CLUB, and casually added the label of a messy private life.
He shook the amber liquid in the whiskey glass and said casually, "Can't you see? He is my bed partner. This guy is pretty useful in bed."
Gin was silent for ten seconds.
This silence was enough to make one's ears deaf.
But it would be fun to blow up the big news at the same time. Kitahara Yuki planned to press on and beat the opponent to dizziness.
He grabbed Gin's coat collar and pulled it lightly. His long silver hair swayed slightly, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue and tightly wrapped around him.
"Didn't you come to my room just to have sex with me? You even touched the back of my neck to hint that it's my sensitive spot. Of course, I still have a bottom line and don't intend to develop a relationship with you other than an opponent, so I called Bourbon. Are you satisfied with this answer?"
Nonsense, killing the opponent. Kitahara Yuki smiled and his eyes were frank.
Gin, who had just recovered, was silent for another ten seconds.
The scene he saw in THREE CLUB flashed through his mind. The dazzling black-haired young man hooked the back of Amuro Toru's neck, with a nonchalant smile on his face. He tilted his head slightly, revealing a large area of snow-white skin on his shoulder. He
gulped down a whole glass of wine, and then the bottom of the whiskey glass suddenly collided with the marble table, making a loud bang.
He lowered his voice and said coldly: "Shut up."
Kitahara Yuki certainly couldn't shut up. He said seriously, "Why, are you shocked by the dirty thoughts in your heart? Are you shy?"
Gin: ...
Without hesitation, he pulled out the Ber. Le. Tower, grabbed Kitahara Yuki, pressed it against the other's chin, and forced the other to look up.
The two eyes met in the air for a moment, and then separated very quickly.
The air gradually heated up.
Gin said hoarsely: "Is it fun to tease me?"
"It's fun and exciting." Kitahara Yuki's expression was sincere, and there was nothing wrong with it. He nestled in Gin's arms.
Top killer's heart skipped a beat and he lowered his eyes to take a look.
The black-haired young man was wearing a soft chestnut sweater that hung loosely on his shoulders. His lips were a healthy flesh-pink, moist, and his lip beads were slightly raised, shining under the cold white light.
A faint sense of irritation slowly rose from the coccyx.
Gin suddenly retracted his gaze, stretched out his hand to feel the pulse on Kitahara Yuki's neck, and then thought of the topic about sensitive points just now, so he turned around and grabbed the wrist, trying to tell whether the other party was lying through the pulse.
"Mr. Gin, my heartbeat is normal." Kitahara Yuki drew out the tone, and the innocence in his voice was like a small hook, teasing gently.
He is a very good actor. He can
easily play the role of a psychology expert with a messy private life.
I hope that Toru Amuro, who will arrive later, can take over his role.
However, his hint was so obvious that Zero should understand his idea.
Kitahara Yuki tilted his head slightly, letting Berle Tower leave his chin and fall on his neck, and he raised the wine glass on the table and took a sip.
His facial features wrinkled instantly.
It doesn't taste good, I'm not used to it, and it's not as good as coffee at all.
He pushed the glass away in disgust and got up from Gin's arms, "Why do you like drinking? Don't you think it tastes a bit strange?"
Gin pursed his lips tightly, ignoring the questions that only children would ask, and his eyes stayed on Kitahara Yuki's face for a long time, "What is your relationship with Sugawa Rin?"
"What's wrong with you? You ask questions." Kitahara Yuki refused to answer the question, his eyes wandering.
This was different from the scene he rehearsed. Gin's reaction was wrong. The sixth sense honed in danger urged him to get away as soon as possible.
His eyes were cast towards the door of A07.
Why hasn't Zero come yet?
It would be ridiculous enough if he made it up again.
Dongdong -
the knock on the door rang out amidst the long calls.
Kitahara Yuki slipped past Gin's hand like a fish in water. Before the door was fully opened, the sound of complaint came out through the crack of the door.
"Bourbon, you're too slow."
Amuro Toru caught Kitahara Yuki who was thrown over, and his hand on the other's back felt slightly wet. He buried his head in Kitahara Yuki's shoulder affectionately and whispered, "Relax, I'm here."
They were very close, and his nose was filled with the fresh smell of grapefruit and the faint aroma of coffee beans.
From Gin's perspective, he could only see Bourbon clinging to Kitahara Yuki, and then he smiled and straightened the black-haired young man's body, saying in a hurried tone, "Are you so impatient? You'll miss me after not seeing you for a while?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes passed over Kitahara Yuki's shoulder and met Gin's sinister dark green eyes.
"Gin, what are you doing here?"
The words were thorny, and the ending tone dropped, like a hungry wolf whose territory was invaded.
Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows. Zero played this way?
Kind of cool.
Gin sneered in his throat, and his eyes fell on Amuro Toru's cold face. He said lightly, "Whatever you think."
Then he left A07.
The sound of the lock closing was heard, and Kitahara Yuki breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to pull away, Amuro Toru restricted his movements first.
"Gin is still at the door."
"What a trouble." Kitahara Yuki whispered in Amuro Toru's ear, "Sorry, I might go too far later."
Hearing this, the first thought that popped into Amuro Toru's mind was, how could it be too far?
The second thought was, did Kou drink? The breath he exhaled smelled of bourbon.
However, a second later all the thoughts became nothingness, and the mind stagnated for a moment. All he could see was a face that suddenly enlarged in front of him.
Kitahara Yuki grabbed Amuro Toru's collar with both hands and pushed him back hard.
Amuro Toru was caught off guard and was pushed back two steps, his back against the door panel, making a loud collision sound.
"That's not okay, you didn't eat?" Kitahara Yuki turned up the volume, his voice was hoarse, his tone was lazy, and he was careless.
Gin outside the door snorted coldly.
Is this what Kitahara Yuki meant by 'still useful in bed'?
He no longer doubted and walked away.
Kitahara Yuki took two deep breaths to slow down his pounding heart, distanced himself from the two of them, and his eyes wandered, "Sorry, this is a temporary solution." Amuro
Toru's Adam's apple rolled twice, then returned to its original position, and his eyes swept across the other's earlobe that was red enough to bleed.
Heat seemed to drift over with this touch of red, and a surge of heat and stuffiness came over.
"Yeah."
The room became quiet, and every breath was hot.
It was Amuro Toru who broke the silence first. He asked, "What happened? Why is Gin here, and why did you... say that to that passerby."
It was ambiguous and unclear, and he was stunned for a long time when he first heard it, before he connected with Kitahara Yuki's train of thought.
After his thoughts returned to the cage, Kitahara Yuki picked out the key points and told Amuro Toru what happened.
"Gin is not strong enough."
Amuro Toru looked strange, "Of course he is not strong enough."
Normal men would not remain "strong enough" in this situation, not to mention that Kitahara Yuki is coveted enough.
"You also noticed it?" Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows, "Gin's vigilance is terribly strong, he can't leave so easily."
Amuro Toru: ...
Kou perfectly avoided his thoughts and continued his words.
Kitahara Yuki: "Unless his goal has been achieved, has the dance on the G deck started?"
Amuro Toru glanced at the time, 19:30.
"The dance starts at 19:00 and ends at 24:00."
Combining the known conditions, Kitahara Yuki came to the conclusion, "The purpose of him and me coming to A07 is to prevent me from showing up at the dance between 19:00 and 19:30."
The dance on G deck is the key, but neither he nor Amuro Toru can go, otherwise Gin will doubt their relationship and purpose.
Kitahara Yuki had a serious expression, while pulling out the suitcase, he said to Amuro Toru: "Zero, only criminals would be afraid of seeing me. They may be doing something bad and afraid of being discovered by me, or they may be worried that I will see a certain trading partner and see through everything."
He pulled out a light gray sweater and a down vest, threw them on the bed, and then said: "I prefer the latter."
Then he pulled up the sweater on his body.
Toru Amuro stopped quickly and pressed down to cover Kitahara Yuki's vulnerable belly.
"What are you doing!"
Kitahara Yuki frowned, "Change clothes, I don't like the smell of gin smoke on my body."
Toru Amuro slowed down for a while to make sure that the other party would not take off clothes suddenly, then let go and immediately picked up the sweater and vest on the bed and stuffed them into Kitahara Yuki's arms.
"Go to the bathroom to change."
Kitahara Yuki: What a trouble.
Toru Amuro glared at him, "Don't be lazy."
"Your expression and movements tell me that you are a little nervous." Kitahara Yuki's eyes swept over Toru Amuro's tense facial muscles, and then remembered one of the purposes of the cruise.
When the other party's heartbeat accelerated, it was difficult to distinguish whether it was due to hormonal abnormalities caused by the suspension bridge effect or love from the heart.
Thinking of this, Kitahara Yuki briefly abandoned his career brain and recalled the feeling of reading romance books and watching love-themed TV series for seven consecutive days.
The love brain couldn't wait to grow out.
Ten seconds later, the growth failed and the career brain took the upper hand again.
The mystery was more important than this thing, and he was a little impatient.
"Zero, we need to find the registration book that we signed when we got on the ship." Kitahara Yuki went to the bathroom and changed his clothes quickly.
When he came out again, Amuro Toru had regained his professionalism as a public security officer.
"You want to find out the organization's trading partners through the registration book?"
Kitahara Yuki said with a sincere compliment, "You're really smart."
"There are thousands of passengers here, how are you going to tell them apart?" Amuro Toru used both hands to press Kitahara Yuki's shoulders to fix him in place, and then zipped up his vest, "Dress properly, it's cold outside."
"I have my own way."
After a pause, Kitahara Yuki unzipped his vest with a malicious look and said, "You're exaggerating too much. I haven't zipped up my vest since I was in junior high school. It makes me look like an elementary school student!"
It would be stupid.
Amuro Toru glanced up.
The black-haired young man was very pale, with a cold and distant face. When he looked down at people, a chill came over his face. However, the soft hair swayed slightly and fell on the tip of his nose, instantly diluting the coldness.
Kitahara Yuki raised his eyelids, his eyebrows curved, "Why are you daydreaming? Now is the time to get down to business."
The first snow melted, and the cold cedar scent in winter seemed to linger on the tip of the nose.
"Don't smile like that." Amuro Toru grabbed his wrist and pushed open the door of A07, "Or just smile at me."
"It's an excessive request." Kitahara Yuki commented, paying attention to the surrounding situation, and followed Amuro Toru into the elevator, watching the other party press the button of the I deck without hesitation.