Chapter 26 Chapter 26 "Brother, are you drunk?" ...
66.
I'm angry.
I am really angry.
Gin's words were really hurtful.
What does it mean to be "not interested in sleeping with idiots"?
Combining the previous and next sentences, you don’t need to think about it to know that it is talking about me.
It's okay that Gin isn't interested in sleeping with me, I know, and I don't mind... well, a little bit, this beautiful woman has to save face too. But it's not the first time he's rejected me, and this time it was Vermouth who brought it up instead of me asking, so it's not shameful, I've become desensitized.
Mainly, the point is, how could he call me a fool?
How could he say that I was a fool?
It is true that Gin has always looked at me as if I were a fool, and has also called me "idiot", "retard", and "idiot".
But, is looking at a fool the same as actually saying I am a fool?
Idiot, retarded, dumb, can these words be the same as fool?
In my opinion, there is an essential difference. I can’t explain it clearly, but I feel like I’m completely blown away.
It must be because that was the first time Gin called me a fool that I got so angry.
What fool can be like me, accompany him on missions, and help him collect intelligence?
Maybe I look a bit like that emoticon now, and what I say is exactly the same as the emoticon. But there is still a fundamental difference. At least I think that at this moment, I am as eerie and strange as a female ghost.
However, there is a saying that goes, when you are weak enough, even your anger and temper seem very cute.
There is no doubt that for Gin and Vermouth, my attack power is comparable to weeds on the roadside, and the lethality is almost zero.
Therefore, it was obvious that my eerie and strange voyeuristic remarks did not seem threatening to either of them.
Vermouth even chuckled: "Wow, so cute."
Cute, what's cute? Is this cute? Is it cute in a silly way?
My eyes widened, I pushed open the door, stomped on the floor angrily, and put their drinks on the coffee table with a cold face.
Please give me a thumbs up for being so dedicated at this moment. It’s not that I have let it go, it’s that I really have no other choice.
Because it seems like there's really nothing I can do.
I can't just beat up Gin or have sex with him in anger, right?
Sad as I was, I could only hold my mouth and sniff twice without getting anything, then said coldly, "Your wine, I'm leaving."
I didn't even look at Gin and turned away.
How sad. First, my lovely wife washes my underwear with a cold face, and then Yingzi gives me a wine glass with a cold face.
67.
This doesn't mean there's really nothing I can do, at least...
I can keep a cold face all the way.
So for the next few days, I moved back to the bar.
——Although there was also the reason that Gin and Vodka had gone on a business trip away from Tokyo, so I had to stay back at the bar.
However, I haven't contacted Gin these days.
This was already incredibly callous and heartless to me, a sign of genuine anger and vindictiveness. After all, if it were my old self, Gin would have been bombarded with my corny love talk and idiotic jokes daily in Tokyo, until he'd finally give in and curse me out and block me. Not to mention, if he were away on business, my attacks would be even more frequent, and even after being blocked by Gin, I'd still continue to harass Vodka until Gin blocked me on Vodka's phone.
Now, I won't make fun of gin anymore... No, I won't share my happiness with gin, and I'll also blame vodka. Those stinky men who attacked me as a "fool" should regret it!
Although, perhaps, for Gin, losing my warm greetings would be like a fish losing its bicycle. There is no regret, only the joy of a peaceful world.
Thinking about it this way, I get even angrier!
Thinking of this, I looked at the newly typed cheesy love words in the memo, deleted the two words "big brother" in front, changed it to "Officer Matsuda", and sent it to Jinpei Matsuda, who had been in underground contact with me recently.
After exchanging contact information that day, I actually started chatting with Jinpei Matsuda when I went back to my room and made love on the bed.
The two policemen I bumped into were indeed Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara. It was Kenji Hagiwara who found my pendant, but he didn't have time to call out to me or catch up to me—well, speaking of which, thanks to Gin, after realizing he couldn't get me to learn taijutsu, he instead trained me to escape. Well, how can running fast not be considered self-protection?
Believe me, if you were in my place and were pointed at by Beretta, you would run 800 meters easily. The instinct to escape has been etched into your DNA.
There was no other way, so Kenji Hagiwara had to keep the pendant for me temporarily and wanted to wait for a chance to contact me again later, because they were urgently summoned by phone to go to the apartment building to dismantle the bomb.
As in the original plot, the police and the bomber had reached an agreement, and Hagiwara Kenji should have relaxed his guard as usual. However, the strange feeling from the crystal pendant in his front pocket suddenly intensified, and his heartbeat also began to erratically change.
——"Tell Hagi to wear his bomb disposal suit and watch out for squibs!"
My voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Hagiwara Kenji also became alert. He put on his bomb disposal suit and walked to the bomb he had been working on and stopped, his heart beating faster and faster.
His colleagues also asked him if he felt something was wrong or if he was just itching to dismantle the bomb.
He did feel something was wrong, and because all the residents of the apartment building had been safely evacuated, Hagiwara Kenji, whose heartbeat was becoming increasingly abnormal, made a quick decision and left quickly with his police colleagues.
Just like the original plot, Jinpei Matsuda called Kenji Hagiwara. When the call was finally connected, he learned that the bomb had exploded, but fortunately, all the members of the explosive ordnance disposal team, including Kenji Hagiwara, were not injured or killed.
After holding it in for a few days, Jinpei Matsuda finally asked me directly how I knew what would happen that day. He didn't think my sudden appearance and words were a coincidence.
That's true. This is almost telling them that I know everything.
It doesn’t matter. I had already thought of my identity before going to the Metropolitan Police Department. I directly referred to the identity of the witch lady and told them that I had a family metaphysics and could have predictive dreams, especially the one that would foresee the sacrifice of handsome guys.
[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: I'm a righteous and kind person. I can't bear to see handsome men suffer. You handsome guys, I'm here to protect you, understand?]
Officer Matsuda: I understand.
[Officer Matsuda: What will the next lottery number be? Can I predict it in my dreams?]
[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi:? ]
Officer Matsuda: If I don't win the lottery, I'll suffer, too. I'll be heartbroken.
[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: Then you should suffer. The more a man suffers, the happier a woman is.]
After all, men become bad when they have money.
Haha, just like Gin, he is rich and very bad. For example, he actually called me a fool.
68.
After Gin came back, I moved back in, but I still kept a cold face and refused to talk to him. Anyway, our biological clocks were different. When I woke up, he had already gone out to do the mission. When I came back from the bar, I didn't get close to him, and he really felt at peace and didn't react at all.
Even the vodka felt off, trying to disrupt my flow state while I was mixing the drink.
"Yingzi, did you have a fight with your brother?"
When he patted me, I glared at him in dissatisfaction: "What are you arguing about? Who dares to argue with big brother?"
Vodka touched his nose and said awkwardly, "What's the difference between you and someone quarreling?"
My face turned cold and I looked at him expressionlessly.
Vodka trembled when I looked at him, and surrendered, saying, "Yingzi, don't do this. I'm scared."
I sneered twice, continued to lower my head, stirred the liquid in the cup for a while, took out the stirring stick, and poured the mixed wine into the cup.
One vodka, one for me... there's almost a full glass left. Tsk, I poured the wine according to my usual style. I almost forgot there's no gin today. I curled my lips, dug out another glass, and poured the wine in it temporarily, planning to drink it later.
"Try it and see how it tastes." I pushed the glass in front of Vodka and motioned him to drink.
Vodka's hand touched the cup, then hesitantly put it down: "I, I drink first?"
I looked at him with disdain: "If you don't drink first, then I will. I'm just being polite to you and you're still hesitant."
"I'm just not used to it, am I? Wasn't it always Big Brother who drank first before? Come to think of it, Yingzi, you didn't even call Big Brother when you were testing the new product this time?" Vodka forgot to add, "And at Big Brother's house."
Indeed, it's always been my habit to give gin as the first drink when testing a new product. This is called leaving a mark on my work. I have to let my boss know I'm working hard, and I want them to be the first to enjoy the finished product. I still know how to flatter people, otherwise how could I have gotten this far?
I continued expressionlessly: "Brother is so busy, how can he have the time to help me test new products?"
After saying that, I took a sip, closed my eyes, savored it, and nodded with satisfaction.
Vodka was also very satisfied. He said in surprise, "It really doesn't taste like alcohol."
"A little bit of jasmine tea scent, perfect success." My face, which had been stiff for a long time, finally smiled. I smiled with dimples and my eyes curved.
"How amazing! It really is Yingzi's new product."
I waved my hands proudly, pretending to be modest: "It's okay, I'm just an average genius, and this is just a recipe I found online."
My tail just lifted up when I heard the sound of a door opening at the entrance. My body was faster than my brain, and I rushed back to the room in a flash.
Vodka just blinked and I was gone.
"Eiko?"
"What's wrong."
"Brother, Yingzi seems really angry." Vodka said blankly, "What happened between you two?"
I leaned against the door panel, listening nervously, but all I heard was Gin's voice: "She?"
I pouted, leaned against the door, crossed my arms over my chest, and breathed out angrily through my nose.
69.
I didn't want to go out at first, but then I remembered the wine I'd mixed was still on the table, so I took a sip. I lay dormant in bed for a long time, but decided to go out and bring the wine glass back to my room.
Anyway, according to previous circumstances, Gin should have returned to his room by now.
The worst that can happen is that he's reading documents in the living room, and I just need to keep my eyes straight ahead.
After preparing myself mentally, I opened the door and took a quick glance at the living room as I passed by. The living room was empty.
I breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the dining table, only to be startled.
Gin was sitting at the table, holding a glass of wine in his hand, the one I poured out extra!
How can people be so self-aware!
I was so shocked that I forgot my cold-faced personality for a moment and pointed at him and asked, "How could you steal my wine?"
"Drinking secretly?" Gin scoffed, lowering his eyes to glance at the colorless liquid in the glass, then raised his eyelids again, his whole body showing a rare lazy attitude, "This uses gin, or did you drink your wine secretly?"
I choked. "That's the recipe. It contains gin! It also contains coconut water and jasmine tea. I don't use gin just because you're a gin."
Gin chuckled, put down his glass and walked towards me.
Every step he took was very steady. Although he didn't have any murderous intent, the oppressive feeling was still strong enough that I subconsciously took a step back when he took a step towards me.
Back away until your back is against the wall.
Angry? Not really. Hmm… humph! Humph! I told you we bootlickers are the ones in control, right?
I didn't feel any danger, only the thrill of a surge of adrenaline. My eyelashes trembled rapidly and my chest rose and fell rapidly.
Gin looked down at me, not knowing where to look, but refusing to look up to meet his gaze. He easily lifted my chin with his index finger, stroking it as he asked, "Why, you're not hiding from me anymore?"
I was drawn in the moment I saw him, and I could only close my eyes reflexively to avoid his deep emerald eyes.
I stammered, "Where, where is it?"
The cold silver hair fell between my fingers, trapped in this small space. Gin's face was enlarged in front of me at close range, so enlarged that I could even smell his breath.
His whole body was lingering with the aftertaste of gunpowder and leather, but his breath was mixed with the taste of the wine I had just mixed. It was colorless and tasteless, very much like boiled water, but with a hint of jasmine tea.
Perhaps it was because the distance was too close, so the originally faint jasmine tea fragrance had become strong, and even the smell of alcohol that had almost disappeared was clearly present, making it difficult for me to focus my eyes.
Gin looked at my dazed state and suddenly smiled with satisfaction. He didn't stop approaching me, and just as his thin lips were about to touch mine, I finally regained my composure.
With her right hand against his chest, even through the expensive shirt, she could feel the unquestionable power and scorching heat underneath.
My left hand subconsciously covered my lips with the back of my hand in a defensive posture.
I said nervously, "Brother, are you drunk?"
Gin paused. His dark green eyes, sharp as knives under the shadow of his hat, locked onto me. There was scrutiny in his gaze, but also a hint of... interest? As if he were admiring the futile struggles of his prey.
Instead of stopping, he moved forward another half an inch, pinning me tighter to the wall.
The heaving of his chest muscles and the steady, powerful heartbeat echoed through my palm, a stark contrast to my own frantic heartbeat. This subtle vibration spread along my arm, stirring a strange tingling sensation inside me.
My pupils widened to an incredible degree, and I was almost speechless in shock: "Brother?"
Gin chuckled softly, and every movement was extremely slow, but without refusing to accept it, he took my hand away from his chest, held my wrist, and pressed it against the wall.
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