Chapter 21 Chapter 21 "Am I indulging you too much?"...
52.
The first snow seems to be a symbol of good luck in cultures around the world, and Japan is no exception. There is also a legend that wishes made on the first snow day are particularly effective.
I followed Gin closely, stepping on his shadow, and said to myself, "But the first snow is not only suitable for making wishes, but also for another thing."
Vodka pricked up his ears: "What?"
I raised my head excitedly and invited Vodka: "Snowball fight! Hey, Vodka, are you willing to join me in the last snowball fight of the year?"
Vodka looked up at the fine, light, soft powder snow dancing under the streetlights, his mouth twitching. "Are you sure? This kind of snow wouldn't be enough for a snowball fight even if it lasted the next night, right?"
It seems so. I smacked my lips. When one plan failed, another one came to my mind.
"I suddenly remembered, it's also suitable for one thing!" Before Vodka could ask, I quickly ran two steps to catch up with Gin, who was too lazy to pay attention to the two of us. Before entering the apartment building, I answered myself, "It's also suitable for classic fried chicken and beer!"
Vodka reminded me: "Yingzi, aren't you full now?"
"It's okay, I can watch you eat! We have beer at home, shall we go out and get some fried chicken? Will there be any fried chicken places open today?"
Vodka: “Huh?”
53.
"Open the door Yingzi, if you dare to get oil on the sofa you're dead."
54.
When I woke up, no, I woke up because I was hungry. When I went out, I saw Gin and Vodka sitting on the sofa, talking about something.
They both looked like they had just returned from outside, dressed neatly. I was different. Not only was I wearing slippers, my pajamas were wrinkled, my hair was a mess, and I was yawning.
The contrast was so perfect that my first reaction was to stop a yawn that was about to start, and I even had the urge to run back to my room and tidy up my appearance in front of the mirror.
Gin looked me up and down, half-closed his eyes, and said in the tone of disgust that I was most familiar with: "Look at you now."
Oh, sorry, I'm a bit rebellious by nature. There are 206 bones in the human body, and I guess I have one more than the other members of the Black Organization, and that's my rebellious bone.
Hmm, that doesn't seem right. We in the Black Organization aren't very obedient either. It's just that I have the same trait as the other members: I have a rebellious streak.
Humph, Gin thinks the way I look now is embarrassing, but I don’t find it embarrassing at all.
Not only did I not feel embarrassed, I rushed over like a little cannonball, and kicked my slippers off when I jumped onto the sofa.
I jumped in between Gin and Vodka, sat down cross-legged, and said confidently, "What's the matter? Doesn't it seem obvious that Brother Gin has taken good care of me, just looking at me now?"
It is a complete interpretation of what it means to be unscrupulous.
If it were me in my previous life, I would never have imagined that someone would dare to sit cross-legged between gin and vodka with messy hair and shake his legs without any manners.
I dare say that even the most OOC fan fiction cannot write such a bizarre plot.
Anyway, I couldn’t think of it, and it was even more impossible for me to imagine that that person would be mine.
Vodka must be jealous of me again. He echoed Gin and said, "Exactly. My brother and I have both returned from our mission, and you're just getting up."
"So what?" I said even more confidently, "I don't have to go to work today, so what if I wake up naturally? Even if I have to go to work, I can still wake up naturally."
Vodka is extremely jealous: "Why don't you go to work?"
My eyes widened. "Today is New Year's Day, the first day of the new year. Why should I go to work? I should just rest."
Vodka persisted: "Why?"
"It's the first day of the new year. As the saying goes, whatever you do on the first day of the new year determines what you'll do for the rest of the year. I'm laying the foundation for the year ahead by waking up naturally and getting enough rest every day."
"Is there such a thing?" Vodka scratched his head. "So we're going to do the mission on the first day of the new year?"
I smiled kindly, "Yes, this means you will have tasks to complete every day for the next year."
Vodka found it hard to accept. After all, he was human, and he wanted to rest, too. Unfortunately, next to him was me, and next to me was Gin. Under Gin's gaze, it was difficult for Vodka to be as open and honest as I was about to slack off. He could only mutter, "Then what am I doing?"
I patted his shoulder, taking it as a false comfort, and said in a deep voice, "You really love the organization."
After saying that, I raised my head and looked at Gin, trying to find his approval: "Yeah, big brother, you love the organization too."
Gin lowered his eyes and looked at me for a long while. He raised his lips slightly and did not respond to my words. Instead, he stared at me and asked, "Don't you love the organization?"
My breathing only paused for an imperceptible moment, and I quickly replied without blinking, just as if this was what I was thinking subconsciously: "Of course I love it, but, compared to... it's just a little bit different."
"Compared to what?"
I slightly lowered my jaw, pursed my lips, lifted my upper eyelids, blinked my eyes, and said earnestly, "Compared to my love for Brother Gin, it's still a little short."
In life, there are always some little tricks that work every time. For me, the dog eyes are my ultimate weapon that makes me invincible in the Black Organization. Ever since I accidentally pretended to use them in front of Gin, I found that no one can escape my dog eyes.
According to Vermouth, I look so pitiful and innocent that no one can be angry with me.
Including gin.
I've also experimented with even including rum and boss.
I don't have any secret tricks I should use sparingly, hoping they'll become immune to them after using them long enough. In my opinion, the more you use a skill, the more proficient you become. If you don't use it for too long, it will become rusty and even less effective. Anyway, after all this time of experimenting, not only have they not developed any immunity, but I've become increasingly adept at using my cute puppy eyes to get by.
See, Gin still falls for this.
Or in other words, most people prefer soft things to hard things. Although Gin doesn't like soft things or hard things, he can still eat something soft occasionally.
Gin's thoughtful gaze fell on my face, and after looking at me, the smile on his face suddenly deepened.
I was still immersed in the beautiful sight of the melting icebergs when Gin attacked me.
It seems that Gin not only eats soft things, but also likes to squeeze soft things.
With my cheeks pinched, I couldn't help but utter a "wuu ...
Cauldron's cold silver hair fell between my fingers: "Slippery tongue."
When I was released, I immediately covered my cheek, which had been suffering and tortured, and muttered, "What a smooth talk! I just committed a crime."
"Oh? Crime? Not a mistake?" I always feel that Gin's tone is more sarcastic. Is it because for the Black Organization, committing a crime is as easy as breathing?
I still had my face covered, but I didn't hesitate to raise my head, look directly into Gin's eyes, and begin to chant seriously: "I've committed the sin of loving you too much~"
Gin was so angry that he laughed. He wanted to pinch my face again, but I learned my lesson this time. After saying that, I got up and tried to hide behind Vodka.
In the end, I still couldn't outrun the top killer who had a faster reaction ability. Gin grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back. Due to inertia, I fell directly into Gin's arms.
Oh, this is really...
It’s a good deal for me.
Gin asked coldly in my ear: "Still want to run?"
My back instinctively rubbed against Gin's muscular chest muscles. The touch of the back was amazing. I dare to ask, who wouldn't be tempted by Gin's body?
I felt a little excited for a moment, and I squinted my eyes in enjoyment. "No more running, can I keep this posture?"
Chianti once complained about me being a playboy and a bad-mouther, and he even told Gin secretly that he suspected that Gin's scolding would satisfy me, and if he hit me, I might grab his hand and rub it against him.
In fact, I suspect that Vodka was a little more polite when he relayed it. Chianti might have been empathetic. His original words were something like "If you slap me, I might lick your hand."
This statement is really disgusting and does not fit the character of this pure girl at all.
What Chianti said was half true. Gin did often scold me, but I was really not interested in being beaten, and I had no real obligation to be abused. Gin never really beat me up, and slapping me was even more impossible.
Gin is actually a literary and elegant man. He would not slap a girl. If he is really angry, he might shoot someone. Is this acceptable?
Oh, back to the point, Chianti said this probably because I have always called myself a licker, but Chianti is really old-fashioned. Does she actually think that lickers really mean dogs that lick people?
No, in fact, we lickers are the ones who hold the initiative. We can lick whoever we want, and we do it with self-respect.
For example, I would not lick a girl's face, which is an insulting act.
But this does not affect my enjoyment of this posture. After all, only I know the sweetness of it.
I enjoyed it, but Gin was speechless.
Sensing his displeasure, I was mentally prepared to be thrown out by Gin, and had even planned how to adjust the angle so that Vodka could act as my meat cushion. Unexpectedly, Gin didn't play by the rules.
He stretched out his long arm, hooked it around my neck, and placed his thin lips on my ear, giving me a sense of danger that my ears would be in danger if I moved.
"Am I being too indulgent with you?"
I subconsciously shrank my neck, and my chin accidentally rested on Gin's arm, touching the smooth fabric of his shirt. I inappropriately remembered that this piece of clothing seemed to be something I bought for Gin a few days ago when I used Gin's card to buy me a bag under the pretext of buying new clothes for the New Year.
"...What are you thinking about?"
I couldn't even admit that I had the guts to give the matching clothes to the distinguished Gin. I stammered, "Brother, your clothes are so beautiful. They suit you so well."
Hearing this, Vodka nodded and said, "I also feel that she is very suitable for Big Brother. Yingzi has good taste."
I was stunned: "Vodka, why are you still here?"
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