Chapter 2 Chapter 2 "Pack up your things and move over."...
5.
I was stunned.
Maybe my expression was too stupid, Gin felt that joking with a fool was meaningless. Well, although Gin looks stern, cold, dark and icy, he also likes to joke around, especially with me in a sarcastic tone - definitely not to insult me.
Otherwise it would be hard to explain why Gin's expression was a little dazed. It made me feel that he had never thought of saying what he just said?
It was very strange, but Gin quickly continued with the next sentence:
"Awake? If you're awake, get up."
Putting aside the joke just now, he said this sentence so naturally, as if I was supposed to appear in his bed.
This is still a bit OOC. How could Gin say such, uh, caring words? Regardless, such words are simply caring and gentle to Gin. In short, it doesn't seem like something he would say.
Under normal circumstances, Gin should have kicked me down directly, and then the next second Beau Retta would hit me on the head and ask me if I wanted to die - well, I should have woken up from the pain after being kicked down by Gin instead of waking up naturally.
Especially the night before, even if Gin was drunk, he would not have had sex with me while drunk, and he almost killed me.
For a moment, I suspected that I was still in a dream, and in the dream, Gin was joking with me and caring about whether I was awake or not.
Kaimen Yingzi, you are so awesome that you dare to dream such a big dream!
I was so scared last night that I even imagined Gin saying such words in my dream... He is so bold and shameless, I am worthy of being called such a person.
It must be a dream, I guarantee it will happen.
That's Gin, the Gin who was so angry at my bold remarks yesterday that he almost killed me. How could he suddenly change his attitude after one night?
Normally, aren't people easy to talk to when drunk, but unwilling to admit their mistakes after sobering up? How could anyone possibly care (?) if I was sober or not?
It's even less likely to be gin.
I closed my eyes subconsciously.
After all, dreams are created by humans, and our consciousness can control them. Generally speaking, if I just silently say "Wake up quickly" in my mind, I'll wake up immediately.
I did as I was told.
Open your eyes again...
Huh? Why is Gin still here?
Even the same position as before I closed my eyes.
It's just that his expression changed, from being calm and composed at the beginning to... the look of looking at a fool that I'm familiar with.
I tilted my head in confusion, then immediately understood.
This must be because of how smart I am!
My willpower is not strong enough to overcome my delusion about handsome guys!
It makes sense. It makes sense.
Since I can't wake myself up in this way, I can only return to simplicity and nature. I mean to end this beautiful dream in the simplest way.
——Pain.
In simple terms, just pinch it again and it will wake the person up.
The reason I didn’t wake up just now must be because I didn’t have enough strength to wake myself up.
According to my personal habit, I will not pinch myself. I usually choose to pinch others. The effect is the same anyway.
However, the only other person in this space now is Gin.
No matter how much I know this is just a dream, Gin's prestige is really deep.
Just looking at me, I dare to dream of appearing in bed with him, but I only dare to dream that he lets me take responsibility for this situation where I can advance or retreat. I don’t dare to dream any bigger and you will know.
He is extremely bold and daring, but he doesn't dare to do anything really outrageous.
So, I pinched myself in frustration.
I didn't pinch her hard enough just now. A woman's status will be unstable if she is not cruel. In order to wake up quickly, I used a little more strength, and the pain made me scream.
"Are you stupid?"
I was shocked.
I'm not shocked that Gin scolded me. This is normal. He should scold me in my dream.
I was shocked by—
The pain is real.
Gin didn't disappear either.
That is to say.
This is not a dream.
Gin really appeared in bed with me.
He hasn't hit me yet.
6.
Gin probably didn't expect that I was still relying on him last night. No, I relied on him to have a "deep" communication with him. Now I feel that Gin's attitude is so good, it's like the pie in the sky is falling directly into my mouth, but I didn't swallow it directly, and I even suspected that I was dreaming.
But it’s really hard to understand. He really wanted to kill me yesterday!
I really don't have any special talents. I'm not physically active and my brain is not suited to research. The only two advantages I have are that I can drink a lot and my intuition is very accurate.
I've been in the Black Organization until now, and even though I had no memory of the beginning, I was able to hide the truth from the instructors. Besides my personal charm, I also relied on my unbeatable intuition!
My intuition was correct. Gin had genuinely intended to kill me last night. The murderous aura he'd displayed was completely different from the one he'd displayed when I'd previously tested his limits. It wasn't a warning; it was genuine. He wanted to kill me.
What on earth could make Gin change his mind overnight?
I quickly got up from the bed and jumped out from under the quilt in an instant.
My clothes were all on, perfectly fine, with no traces except for the usual wrinkles from sleeping. The fact that I could spring out as light as a feather proved nothing had happened last night.
I didn't take advantage of Gin's drunkenness to sleep with him.
Otherwise, even if Gin was kind enough to help me put on my clothes (?), how could I not feel anything at all!!!
So, because I sleepwalked into his bed and didn't sleep with him, he thought I was being tactful? And that's why he became gentle?
Yes, I have now preliminarily concluded that I was sleepwalking into Gin's bed.
Because I have a clear memory, I remember that I really lay on the bed in the guest room of Gin's house. After all, I am very familiar with my bed, and even under the influence of alcohol, I rolled around several times before falling asleep.
It can't be that Gin carried me from the guest room to (?), uh, no, carried me to (?) his bed, right?
Then it must be that I didn’t sleep well, so I sleepwalked for the first time and even walked directly into Gin’s bed.
I was so good at sleepwalking for the first time. I have to say, I am worthy of it!
Gin just watched me go crazy, watched my expression change from time to time, and only after I showed a smug look did he get down from the bed, stand in front of me, looking down at me, his long silver hair hanging in front of my eyes.
The hair quality is so good that it makes people want to grab it.
Hmm? Why does this description sound a bit like a cat toy?
Bah, bah, bah, I'm not a cat!
I blinked hard twice, moved my eyes away from Gin's long hair, and looked up at him.
When I met his narrow eyes, I felt an inexplicable heat all over my body, and then I realized belatedly that -
The point doesn't seem to be how I sleepwalked into Gin's bed.
But why is he so gentle?
I'm flattered, really.
I opened my mouth, feeling like an idiot.
But the fool was not ashamed to ask questions, so he bravely asked: "Hey, big brother, are you still asleep?"
So brave, really, worthy of being me!
7.
Gin must really not have woken up yet.
He didn't beat me.
Didn't scold me either.
He just narrowed his eyes and asked seriously, "What's going on in your head?"
I answered just as seriously and expertly, "I'm just pretending to love my big brother."
Just like what had happened countless times before, I saw Gin's chest muscles rise and fall, which meant that Gin took a deep breath.
It looked like he was really awake and was trying hard to restrain himself from hitting me.
The reason is very simple. If he punches me, I will really die.
Gin left.
Gin is back.
It was such a familiar scene. When I first came to him, I would always test him or accidentally make him angry. He would force himself not to beat me to death and then leave and come back to make me behave.
However, the scene is familiar, but the following scenes are not familiar.
He stood at the door, his eyes fixed on me, which I couldn't understand: "Come out when you're done."
What are you sorting out? I subconsciously rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror, and sure enough, the person in the mirror had a messy mess of hair.
If nothing unexpected happens, it must be that he was unable to digest the shocking scene when he just woke up, so I caught him with my own hands.
How did Gin manage not to laugh in such a messy mess?
At this moment, my admiration for Gin increased a little more.
The level of humor is probably one of the differences between the top killer in the organization and the useless bartender.
8.
In addition to taking care of your appearance, you should also take care of your mentality.
I mean understand why Gin has changed so much.
He almost killed me last night.
Oh, let me be a little more narcissistic, is this just to make up for scaring me last night? Is he afraid that I will think he hates me and it will affect his future work?
It makes sense.
I said, Gin is a good leader. He was so angry with me yesterday that he wanted to kill me, but he still didn't kill me even though I was sleepwalking under so much pressure.
He even kindly asked me if I was awake.
Good man, good man, Gin is a very good man!
But putting everything aside, isn't there something wrong with Gin? Who told him to sleep at home without locking his bedroom door? If he had locked his bedroom door, how could I have sleepwalked into his bed!
9.
I patted my face, dried it, and secretly used some of Gin's skin care products - Koko, I bought them anyway, so what if I use them? He doesn't use them!
Only after I had really tidied myself up did I walk out of Gin's room.
Gin was sitting on the sofa reading documents. When he heard my footsteps, he raised his eyes and looked me up and down. His gaze paused on my face for two seconds: "Do you still think you're dreaming?"
I have delicate skin, so even the slightest force will leave marks. I guess I slapped my face a little too hard, leaving some red marks. I didn't notice anything noticeable when I looked in the mirror. Gin really does have eagle eyes.
"This is skincare. I'm not dreaming about hitting myself. I'm not someone who would abuse myself." I puffed my cheeks. "What's wrong with using some of your skincare products? I bought them, didn't I?"
Even though I used Gin's card, I personally picked out and bought the items, so why doesn't it count as my purchase?
Gin didn't bother to argue with me about these things. He glanced at me lightly, stood up from the sofa and walked towards the door. He had already changed into his going-out clothes and picked up the black windbreaker on the hanger: "Let's go."
"Great! Thank you, big brother, for taking me home!" I immediately followed happily. Even though Gin didn't have eyes behind his back, it didn't affect me making a heart shape with my hands.
"Who said I was sending you home?"
I was stunned and stopped in my tracks: "Huh?"
Gin said simply: "Pack your things and move over here."
I was shocked: "Brother, are you serious?"
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