Chapter 18 Chapter 18: Eat dumplings hot, and men should eat to strengthen themselves...
40.
After being reminded by Gin, I immediately covered my eyes with one hand, but my fingers honestly parted to reveal a pair of bright eyes.
The body is very obedient, uh, the body is more honest.
If I weren't rational, I would really suspect that Gin was going after me.
But I think Gin may be irrational now, or he is too busy and exhausted from completing the mission.
It's so funny, he actually thought I would leave.
I didn't rush over to touch her, but only used my eyes to take advantage of her. I was very restrained, okay? If I wasn't afraid of Big Brother's Be.Le.Ta——
Oh, by the way, Beretta is inside the windbreaker. I touched it when I was hanging clothes.
So this means that Gin can be said to be unarmed at this moment.
What a coincidence, I am also unarmed.
My eyes suddenly lit up as I was about to make a move. I asked seriously, "Brother, now that neither of us has a weapon, do you know how likely it is that we'll be able to fight?"
Gin paused, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Hmm?"
His tone was a little surprised, probably because he didn't expect that I would have the courage to fight him.
I chuckled and answered myself, "Of course it's 20/80."
Without waiting for Gin's response, I continued, "I mean, Big Brother can kill eight of me in one minute, and the remaining minute is for me and my clones to collect the bodies."
Gin: "...So you still don't leave?"
Even though I've been warned, I still can't help but glance at Gin.
This instinct is really uncontrollable.
Especially since, even though we in the Black Organization are relatively, uh, open-minded, there are also some who are conservative (?). For example, even though I've known Gin for so long, this is the first time I've seen him half-naked.
Although the name Gin is associated with conservatism, it is as weird as it can be, just like combining Eiko Kaimen and social phobia.
But when necessary, I also suffer from social anxiety, so it’s okay for Gin to be conservative?
Social terrorists are also social terrorists!
My eyes were eagerly looking at Gin's abdominal muscles, but I accidentally glanced down and gasped.
Oh, it’s not that I noticed a certain part of Gin, but I noticed that Gin’s belt was not completely untied.
It is true that Gin is unarmed now, but he is not without weapons. Doesn’t he have a belt ready-made?
I didn't really have any masochistic tendencies, and I watched Gin's hand fall on the belt again. I knew when to quit, and reluctantly said my final goodbye to Gin's chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and mermaid line before I stepped back.
"I'm retreating. This retreat means..." I suddenly paused and slipped back.
Gin sneered: "Still not leaving? Then..."
"It's not about not walking, but walking slowly, walking slowly, walking gracefully, walking in an orderly manner, and letting those who are capable go first—"
"Speak human language."
I choked and coughed twice before clearing my throat. I held up the long-forgotten iron box in my hand and said, "I'm here for a serious matter. Big Brother, is this the Osaka specialty you brought me?"
Gin's eyes lightly passed over the iron box in my hand, and finally landed on my expectant smile. He moved his lips and said, "I bought it with vodka."
"I see. That was Big Brother's order for Vodka to buy it. Big Brother, you really care about me!" My eyes immediately filled with tears. "What's the difference between this and coming back from hunting?"
"Didn't you almost roll over before we left, insisting we bring you something?" Gin said coldly, with a look of disgust on his face, "You're so noisy."
I turned a deaf ear to this and continued to cry with tears in my eyes: "Man, remember to bring back something from hunting next time!"
Gin: "Get lost."
41.
Get out, I really got out this time, because I really smelled the murderous aura of Gin, so I got out immediately. Not only did I get out, I also closed the door obediently and ran back to my room.
I sat cross-legged on the ground, opened the jar, picked out a small pink candy, and put it in my mouth.
Hehe, so sweet.
42.
The plot change that Kenji Hagiwara did not sacrifice did not change my life afterwards. If there was one thing that did change it, it was that I was taught a lesson by Gin.
Well, it's not that anyone noticed that I was squatting near the Metropolitan Police Department, covering myself up tightly from the beginning of November until November 7th. Instead, I wanted to make sure whether Kenji Hagiwara was still alive and well. Well, I just wanted to see him. Well, I just wanted to get to know him and Jinpei Matsuda, so I hung out nearby when the police were off work.
Not during working hours because I can't get up.
It’s a pity that I may not have enough fate with the handsome policeman paper man, and I still haven’t met them once.
Coincidentally, it was the police's off-duty hours, and I shouldn't have been near the Metropolitan Police Department. Oh, although I shouldn't have been near the Metropolitan Police Department at any time, I should have been in the bar at that time.
Then Gin caught me twice for being away from work during working hours.
Fortunately, Gin didn't notice that I was hanging around the Metropolitan Police Department when I was not on duty, otherwise he would not have simply scolded me, and my life might have been in danger.
I knew when to quit, so I had to give up on my plan to create a chance encounter near the Metropolitan Police Department and trick (?) Hagiwara Kenji into saying that there was a high possibility that I was his savior and he'd better marry me. I just worked honestly in the bar.
At least while Gin is still in Tokyo, I have to pretend to be honest.
Time passed by quickly while I was doing this. In a blink of an eye, nearly two months had passed since I started living with Gin. Gin finally got used to my presence and tolerated my habit of asking him to say good night to me before going to bed every day or I would throw a tantrum, no, act like a spoiled child.
"So I say, Big Brother is really a good man." I clinked glasses with Vodka, who was full of "great minds think alike." "Cheers, to our great Big Brother!"
Gin didn't bother to pay attention to the flattery from Vodka and me. He sat far away from us. I guess his soul also wanted to stay away from us.
Can I stand this? I can't. I will never let Gin be alone, especially on New Year's Eve.
My eyes rolled, I picked up a dumpling from the bowl, and moved my chair to Gin's side. I put the dumpling into Gin's bowl and enthusiastically recommended it to him: "Brother, try it. These are the dumplings I made."
Gin raised his eyelids and looked at me. Probably because of the New Year's buff, he ate it very politely and even commented, "Not bad."
Even though I bought the dumplings at a Chinese restaurant with Vodka, I cooked them myself, so Gin was complimenting me. It was a rare occasion for Gin to compliment me, so I couldn't help but feel elated. "Isn't it delicious? As the saying goes, dumplings should be eaten hot, and men should eat strong ones."
The author has something to say:
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I've actually written a lot of that stuff in the draft, but it's not the right time yet—ah, can I even say that? I'm afraid of getting in the way. The emotional foreshadowing hasn't arrived yet, the big brother hasn't gotten over it yet, and Yingzi is even more so [melted].
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