Chapter 27 Chapter 27 "What? Big brother? Do you want to try it? ...
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Gin's strength was astonishingly great, yet with precise control, he pressed my left hand hard against the cold wall without any resistance.
Can't move at all.
Logically, I should have been even more frightened at this moment, afraid that he would do something to me. But in reality, Gin's action strangely calmed me down.
Well, this wasn't the first time this happened. I'd done something stupid and angered Gin, and he'd cornered me and threatened me. At first, I was nervous, wondering if Gin would just shoot me and leave me alone, or if he'd act like the other Black Organization members, acting out of rage and without moral integrity, and have some intimate sex with me.
Should I enjoy the services of a handsome man or protect my chastity? I was really troubled for a long time.
As a result, the reality is that nothing will happen in the end.
Gin really has a moral bottom line compared to others, oh, or maybe...
Hee hee, he's not interested in sleeping with idiots.
Thinking about it this way, even though the current position of having the claws raised and pressed against the wall was not very comfortable and did not make me feel safe, I was not really scared. At most, I had some wild thoughts, but they quickly disappeared.
Humph, it’s always like this. There are many stories about the boy who cried wolf, but they can’t scare me.
However, Gin's next move surprised me.
Gin held the thumb of my left wrist and gently rubbed the inside of my wrist bone with an almost intimate strength.
I trembled uncontrollably.
Gin bent down and looked at me with a slightly strange smile.
A few strands of her long silver hair fell down, brushing my cheeks and finally landing on the side of my neck.
He lowered his head and breathed hot air into the palm of my open right hand. Then, his lips, with a heart-pounding wetness and warmth, landed on the most noticeable center of my palm.
Oh my god!
Oh my god!
Oh my god!
I was so scared that I almost flew away, but I was not far from dying on the spot.
I couldn't help but let out a short gasp of surprise.
This feels so weird!
Moreover, it is not just a superficial description, but a slow description that is almost playful.
The hot lips pressed against the sensitive lines of the palm, and the tip of the tongue vaguely swept across the very center, which was soft, warm, and had an indescribable moistness.
The touch carried an almost profane intimacy. The subtle movement sent blood rushing to the point of contact, like a faint electric current ignited. A tingling sensation, more pronounced than Gin's heartbeat, instantly shot up the nerve endings in my arm and up my spine, tingling my scalp and sending tiny shivers through my body. My muscles tensed instantly, then strangely softened.
My breath was choked, my cheeks burned uncontrollably, and my ears were burning.
The fear that was not much to begin with completely receded like the tide, and a stranger and more primitive feeling quietly grew in my heart along with Gin's actions.
Or maybe it's not strange, it's mainly primitive, it's a human instinctive desire.
Food, sex, and so on...
My mind raced: Rather than trying to scare me or lecture me—what kind of good person would lecture someone like that? It was even more wrong for a bad person to do that—Gin's action was more like... a test? A declaration? Or perhaps, just a spur-of-the-moment, malicious prank?
But no matter what it is...
The strange, erotic touch on my palm continued, like a feather scratching my heart, making me tremble with itchiness.
The wrist that was handcuffed to the wall felt the burning heat from his fingertips and his unquestionable control. The oppressive feeling brought by his tall body and the breath that came at close range mixed together to form a dizzying male hormone.
What's more, Gin stared at me intently as he performed his actions. His dark green eyes, so close to me, though still sharp, seemed to lack pure murderous intent and instead held a dark, gloomy tone that I couldn't understand, a figment of my imagination.
I felt an almost crazy idea suddenly seize me.
Whatever! Just enjoy it! A voice in my heart screamed, screaming like crazy, the imaginary voices almost piercing my eardrums.
I actually haven't forgotten the warning Gin gave me that day when he was full of murderous intent and really wanted to kill me, but I don't understand. Since he was the one who said not to think that I could seduce him, and he also told Vermouth in person that he had no interest in sleeping with idiots, why is he doing this to me now?
But I really...
Gin, how can I let you know that I am also a woman?
This is too much to bear. The meat is right next to my mouth and I really can’t bear it any longer.
I can't resist any temptation. If you use your beauty to seduce me, don't blame me for falling for it.
Besides, is he really allowed to do whatever he wants? Honestly, I've been putting up with him like this for a long time. The other members of the Black Organization, even Vermouth, would tempt me with sweet treats. But Gin, he's just so mean! He always seduces me, then leaves me cold, saying I can't stand being scared, or making me feel like I'm just overthinking it.
This scene really seems familiar now. I am trapped in the narrow corner formed by his body. His powerful strength makes it impossible for me to resist. But this absolute suppression, in this situation, strangely gives rise to a twisted sense of security - at least he has no intention of killing me for the time being.
Maybe he really had too much to drink? It seemed like yesterday was happening all over again. Maybe he was going to warn me about something else next, but!
This extremely tense atmosphere, the inner fear and the temptation brought by his actions really allowed a bold, almost crazy idea to break through the ice.
Anyway, it's like this. Instead of passively enduring this torturous ambiguity, why not... indulge yourself? At least, take a little initiative, even if it's only for a moment.
The pleasure is mine.
At least I had a feeling that no matter what I did next, he wouldn't kill me.
Since he won't kill me, does that mean I can do anything?
Adrenaline surged, mixed with a desperate determination and a hidden desire. Driven by that impulse, I did something that even surprised myself.
But in order to protect myself, I still spoke up to warn Gin: "Brother, don't think I dare not resist!"
Gin raised his lips into a chuckle in my palm.
Okay, you don’t believe it, right?
I suddenly pulled my right hand away from Gin's lips!
Gin paused for half a second, his dark green pupils shrinking ever so slightly, a hint of the salty wetness of my palm still lingering on his lips. He was momentarily surprised, as if he hadn't expected me to actually "resist," and in this way.
In that moment of imperceptible shock, I didn't give him time to react. Instead of trying to push him away, I withdrew my right hand. With a desperate, almost seductive air, I wrapped it around the back of his hard, defined neck and pulled it down with all my might!
At the same time, I stood on tiptoe, faced his lips so close to me, and kissed them without hesitation!
It was not a gentle touch, but with a desperate force and the blazing fire that had just been aroused, she kissed his thin lips, which were always pursed into a cold line.
It can be understood as even carrying some determination to die.
Let's just die, enjoy it before we die. Others are romantic and even as a ghost they say they are romantic, but I am Gin who says that even as a ghost they are romantic.
The world seemed to stand still for a moment.
The moment I got close to him, Gin's body froze noticeably, a bit like the instinctive alert of a top predator when being attacked by its prey.
It didn't seem like it, because the sharp, knife-like light in those dark green eyes was replaced by an extremely rare, pure shock. He didn't even react immediately, as if he had pressed the pause button on this sudden and completely unexpected attack.
"Hmm..." A very low, almost swallowed guttural sound escaped from between the tightly closed lips.
I clumsily but boldly sucked and rubbed between his tightly closed lips, seeing his cold green eyes close to me, clearly reflecting my eyes which were also burning with flames at this moment.
Then, my mind, lacking practical experience, went blank. All I could think about was: I kissed her! Now what? What's next?
However, before I even had time to think about "what next" and how to deepen the kiss, or whether he would push me away angrily, or whether I would take advantage and run away -
An even more powerful and unquestionable force instantly counterattacked.
Gin's stunned state lasted a fraction of a second. His dark green eyes darkened instantly. He looked like a thoroughly ignited powder keg, or like a ferocious beast finally catching its prey. A deeper, more scorching fire ignited in his gaze, threatening to consume me completely.
Before I could pull away from my lips, and even while I was still immersed in the dizziness of that brief "success", he had already taken the initiative.
Gin let out a faint hum from his throat, and the hand holding my wrist suddenly tightened, almost crushing my bones and nailing me more firmly to the wall. His other hand also tightly grasped my waist, forcing my body to be tightly pressed against his, without any gap.
It cut off any possibility of my retreat.
Then, his kiss came down overwhelmingly.
It was no longer the gentle teasing in the palm of the hand, but a strong, predatory invasion that carried with it the meaning of punishment and absolute control.
It was not my immature touch, but a violent plundering.
Gin's lips and tongue aggressively pried open my teeth, advancing straight in and conquering my territory, leaving me no room to retreat or think.
His unique cold aura and the aroma of the jasmine tea I had just drunk instantly overwhelmed me, sweeping away all my oxygen and sanity.
Actually, Gin's movements at first were a little unskillful, but before I could react, they were terrifying as hell.
A newbie like me was completely overwhelmed by this sudden and fierce attack.
Her waist was tightly gripped, her wrists were pinned down, and her lips and tongue were completely taken over. All her senses were occupied by his strong masculine scent and this deep kiss.
The air became thinner, my brain was in chaos, and only the most instinctive reaction of the body remained - my heart was beating like a drum, blood was surging and boiling in my veins, and an unfamiliar, surging heat surged from deep within my body, making me unable to help but tremble slightly in his arms.
The pulling sensation reached its peak. The confrontation of strength turned into a clash of lips and tongues. The cold walls and the scorching body formed a cage, the initial oppression and the current addiction intertwined into a huge web.
The big hand that was holding my wrist slid down from the wall at some point, released my hand, and forcefully inserted it into the hair at the back of my head, fixing my head and not allowing me to retreat at all.
My body completely softened in his embrace, the arm around his neck tightened, and the other arm also hooked up, like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood. Every time his tongue deliberately teased me, I let out a small whimper, and every time I tried to retreat, he pushed me back harder.
The only sounds in the air were rapid, chaotic breathing and the ambiguous sound of lips and teeth colliding with water.
Oh, and there's the rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other.
Her back hurt slightly from the pressure and friction of the rough wall and his hard chest, but a strange pleasure arose from the pain.
Sometimes he plundered me roughly, and sometimes he slowed down the pace and used the tip of his tongue to trace the shape of my lips... The rhythm was sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. It was like an invisible net that trapped me firmly in the center of the vortex of desire. My rationality was completely burned out, leaving only the body's instinctive response and desire.
My legs began to weaken, as if the kiss had drained away all the strength I had to support myself. Waves of dizziness from lack of oxygen washed over me, my consciousness blurred, and I could only passively accept everything. My body trembled slightly under his strong control, and every movement triggered a shudder like an electric current, running all the way from my spine to my tailbone, leaving a tingling sensation.
Just when I felt like I was about to suffocate and my arms around his neck slipped slightly due to exhaustion——
Gin's movements suddenly stopped.
His lips and tongue stopped their rampage, but he didn't leave immediately. His hot lips were still pressed against my slightly swollen lips, and his hot breath sprayed on my philtrum and the tip of my nose.
Uh, or should I say upper chin? ...I'm a little impressed with myself, I can almost make myself laugh at this moment.
But I held it in, not even raising my lips. Because Gin's dark green eyes, burning with a dark fire, were now gazing deeply at me, with a complex and indecipherable look, as if he were examining a lost trophy, or assessing my current limits.
He put a little force on the big hands behind my waist to support my sliding body steadily, preventing me from collapsing.
The air seemed to freeze, leaving only the heavy, chaotic breathing of the two people echoing in the narrow space. The touch of their lips against each other was still shockingly clear, with a dampness and a residual electric current.
After a brief pause, Gin tilted his head slightly, his thin lips brushing my hot cheek, finally resting on the edge of my sensitive earlobe. His hot breath sprayed on my earlobe, arousing an even more violent shudder in me.
I don't know why I suddenly felt lucky that I didn't wear earrings today because I was lazy.
"Breathe." His voice was extremely low and hoarse, with a granular feeling of lust that had not faded, like sand rolling across my eardrums. It was an order, but strangely, it also carried a hint of... a reminder between breaths.
I then took a deep breath of icy air, my lungs stinging slightly from the sudden influx of oxygen, and my consciousness cleared a little. My body felt even weaker, and I was almost completely supported by his arm around my waist.
He didn't continue the kiss, nor did he immediately pull away. He simply maintained this incredibly close distance, noses almost touching. His dark green eyes, like a deep pool, locked onto my dazed ones, the emotions swirling within them obscure and unclear—was it an unsatisfied predatory desire? The coldness of assessing prey's reactions? Or... a somewhat unbelievable reluctance?
Time seemed to stretch. The stark temperature difference between the cold wall and the scorching body before me sharpened my confused senses. I could feel the violent rise and fall of his chest, and smell his increasingly rich, mingled scent of lust.
I paused for several seconds, then suddenly put my forehead on Gin's shoulder, closed my eyes, and suddenly chuckled: "Brother? You kissed me."
Wow, I wasn't dreaming?
Gin said calmly, "Yeah."
Wow, Gin actually admitted it.
His tone was indeed calm, but his body was still burning hot and his breathing was still rapid. He was nothing like the cold and calm he usually became when I teased him.
Who understands this contrast? Anyway, I feel more refreshed, both mentally and physically, and even more refreshed mentally.
After all, this is Gin, the handsome white-haired villain whom I liked in my previous life, and the top killer who, after meeting him in this life, is as ruthless as ever and has no interest in any beauties.
I've accomplished something that so many beautiful women in the organization couldn't do? Actually, I don't mean to compete with the beautiful women, but I really can't control my secret joy.
Humph, what a ruthless killer, what "Don't think you can force me.", what "Don't think you can seduce me.", he said it so firmly at the beginning, but now he is still seduced by me, isn't he?
Oh, come to think of it, was Gin also captivated by me back then? Was his murderous aura also partly due to his inner weakness?
Admit it, Gin, you're crazy about me too, right?
Thinking back to what Gin had said to Vermouth, I, who have a good memory and love to bring up old things, hummed a little, raised my swollen lips, and teased with a hint of smugness: "What's going on? Didn't you say you weren't interested in idiots? Why did you kiss me?"
Without giving Gin a chance to answer, I answered myself without hiding the excitement and teasing in my tone: "Oh, I get it~ I'm not interested in sleeping with idiots, but I can kiss idiots, right?"
After saying that, I raised my head, revealing my red eyes with physiological tears, and my eyes were shining, waiting to see Gin's reaction.
Gin chuckled when I brought up the past, but said nothing. The hands that were restraining my waist and the back of my head loosened without any warning.
Suddenly losing my support, my legs went weak and I lost my balance. My back almost hit the cold wall. My claws instinctively waved in front of me, trying to grab Gin's arm in front of me to keep my balance.
Gin actually moved back before I touched him and dodged it in a very cunning way.
Before I could glare at him, Gin kindly grabbed my slender waist with one hand before my back could collide with the wall and hurt me. Inertia forced me into his arms again, and my forehead slammed into the tense muscles, causing me to wince in pain.
Bad taste, such a strong bad taste.
I didn't expect that after the kiss, there was no tenderness, and Gin, who refused to suffer any loss or let me dig up the past, would actually do this! Where is the responsibility of a big brother? Even if he didn't want to take responsibility, he wouldn't do this!
I really misjudged you!
I raised my head angrily and accused with my eyes.
Gin looked down at me, his eyes still thick with the embers of the previous storm. He slowly and methodically wiped the corner of his lips with his fingertips, his movements carrying a kind of afterthought, a kind of chilling elegance.
His eyes swept across the red, swollen, and wet lips of the person in front of him, and his eyes, which were filled with anger but still blurred, pursed his thin lips into a straight line.
"idiot."
I was angry: "How could you do this!"
"Just because you overheard me and Vermouth talking and heard me say 'I'm not interested in sleeping with idiots', you're so angry now?" Gin lowered his eyes and looked at me, with a bit of scrutiny and...subtle helplessness in his eyes. "You're angry not because I don't want to sleep with you, but because I called you an idiot?"
My already hot cheeks were intensified by Gin's blunt words. I subconsciously covered my cheeks with the back of my cooler hand to try to cool them down. I said shyly, "Brother, please don't keep talking about sleeping with each other. It's embarrassing."
Gin smiled, reached out his hand, and used the tip of his thumb to stroke my lips which were still swollen instead of his gaze.
I always have the illusion that he will put his fingers in it in the next second.
To be fair, I had made a profit just now, but the process was too exciting. As a fragile loser like me, I might suffocate or even lose my lips if it happened again. I couldn't help but purse my lips nervously, not giving Gin a chance.
The smile in Gin's eyes deepened: "You're not very courageous. Didn't you say something even more excessive than me before?"
I closed my mouth tightly and made a muffled sound with my throat: "That, that's different."
Under my vigilant gaze, Gin released my mouth. My eyes followed his movements and surprisingly, I saw him rubbing his fingers...
It made me almost faint.
I know Gin probably didn't mean it, but it really was. Gin just made a move and I was hooked to death.
"You idiot, you still don't want me to call you a fool." Gin sneered, "You've learned to eavesdrop, but you can't learn to eavesdrop on everything? Huh?"
Confused, I shifted my gaze from his fingertips to his face and subconsciously opened my lips: "Huh?"
Gin was in a rare good mood, raised his lips and said: "Why do you think Vermouth asks this?"
Me: “Huh?”
Riddler Gin said: "Forget it, you don't need to know too much now."
Me: “Huh?”
Gin slowly let go of my waist, and after I helped him stand steadily, he patted my head and said, "You just need to remember that I said those things for your own good."
I grabbed his shoulders in a daze, and suddenly an idea flashed in my mind: "You knew I was eavesdropping, but you still told me, not afraid of my anger, because you think it is more important for Vermouth to hear what you say than for me to be angry?"
That's right. Now that I think about it, Gin and Vermouth are both suspicious people. Leaving the door ajar while they were talking was illogical in the first place. It's not like they needed to avoid suspicion. Besides, with their hearing ability, it's impossible for them not to hear my footsteps approaching.
Gin nodded in agreement.
I frowned in confusion: "Why?"
Gin and I have never slept together, and Gin has even warned me directly not to have any feelings for him. So why did he have to say those things to Vermouth and say it was for my own good?
I found that I really didn't understand gin.
He said he hated me, but he would kiss me.
He said he liked me, but he...
Gin said, "I didn't expect you to be so angry."
"Huh?"
I watched Gin bend down, look at me intently, and then suddenly move closer to me.
On my long eyelashes that trembled rapidly as he approached.
A gentle kiss.
There was no hint of any ulterior motive, just a gentle kiss, as light as the touch of a butterfly flying by, so incredibly gentle.
Then, he turned around decisively.
His long silver hair arced in the air, and he disappeared at the end of the corridor without stopping, as if the thrilling entanglement just now had never happened.
Uh, if you ignore the satisfied smile that flashed past me when he turned around.
I leaned against the cold wall, my pounding heart still throbbing, my legs still weak, and I probably wouldn't be able to walk for a while. Gin's strength was terrifying!
I raised my slightly trembling hand and touched my still hot lips. There was a slight tingling and swelling under my fingertips.
I touched the eyes that he had kissed again and fell into a daze.
Gin suddenly came back.
I opened my eyes when I heard footsteps and saw his slippers stopped in front of me.
It seems to be the same slippers I bought, but I was very discerning and bought solid-colored ones without any decorations, instead of the ones with rabbit ears like my slippers.
Without a word, he picked me up with one hand.
Suddenly I was airborne and without thinking I hugged Gin's neck tightly, pressing my cheek against the hot skin on his neck.
By the time I reacted, he had already put me on my bed.
Frankly, I was a little disappointed that it wasn't his bed.
But I can understand that Gin might really not want to sleep with me. After all, my eldest brother always keeps his word.
I think the loss of control just now was caused by my actions. After all, as a man, it's normal for him to be unable to withstand such things... But Gin...
My thoughts were in a mess again.
When I was lost in thought, Gin interrupted my wandering thoughts and said, "What happened today..."
"It was an accident, I know!" I replied immediately, even raising a hand obediently. "I promise that God, the earth, you, I, and even Vodka will never know!"
Oh, I knew it. My brother is a face-saver. How could he accept the news of him kissing me, which ruined his image as a tall and mighty man, being spread? Not to mention that I'm a well-known loudmouth. He's trying to shut me up.
So what if Vodka is the top little brother? Gin still doesn't allow him to know?
No problem, my mouth is easy to shut up.
Oh, it would be better if I could be blocked again in the physical sense, but it would be better if it were tomorrow. Tomorrow I will be able to recover and be a strong woman again, hehe!
Hearing this, Gin looked at me deeply with an indescribable sense of oppression. His eyes were like a cold blade, which made me shiver reflexively.
I couldn't help but express my loyalty even more: "Brother, believe me, I swear, I will definitely..."
I was most afraid that my elder brother would suddenly call me by my full name: "Kaimen Yingzi."
Startled, I sat up straight and said quickly, "Here!"
"Sometimes I really want to pry open your mind and know what you're thinking about every day." Gin said through gritted teeth. He took a deep breath, then held my shoulders tightly and said, looking down at me, "It's not an accident."
I was stunned: "Huh?"
"Next time, don't do this even if you're angry." He sighed, and I actually sensed a hint of surrender in his words. "If you heard something, don't assume it yourself. Ask me first, okay?"
I stuttered, "Big brother?"
"I don't take you for a fool." He said awkwardly.
This time he really left.
I know this isn't a good idea, as if I only remember the food and not the punishment, but my eyes couldn't help but light up.
The corners of his mouth also curled up.
71.
Vodka looked at me and then at Gin. Even though Gin and I were playing with our phones on the lazy sofa on the floor, one of us was playing with our phones, and the other was reading documents on the sofa, he still stood there and shook his head.
Like a sudden illness.
The look was too glaring to ignore. Unable to bear it any longer, I put down my phone and asked, "Vodka, are you okay? Do you want some Lychee Plums?"
I pointed to the snack cabinet not far away and said, "There are some in there, help yourself."
Vodka didn't understand the joke, he just said seriously: "I'm fine, I don't want to eat sour food."
I rolled my eyes speechlessly: "Then what are you looking at?"
Vodka glanced furtively at Gin, who was concentrating on his work, then trotted over and squatted next to me, asking seriously, "Have you and Big Brother... made up?"
Maybe it was because I refused to be in the same room with Gin some time ago. I would avoid him and talk to other customers in the bar, and at home, whenever Gin was at home, I would lock myself in the room and not come out. It was very different from the harmonious atmosphere now, so much so that Vodka could see that we had returned to our previous harmonious relationship.
But I won’t admit it!
I looked back at him innocently and blinked: "When has there ever been a rift between me and Big Brother?"
Vodka thought for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. But how did you guys make up?"
The corners of my mouth twitched, and I pushed his face away, saying with disdain, "I already said there's no rift, what's the point of reconciliation? Don't try to sow discord between me and Big Brother!"
Vodka curled his lips and leaned closer: "Yingzi, then don't be so stubborn with me. If you don't want to say it, then don't say it... Hey, what's wrong with your mouth?"
There was a hint of confusion in his tone, and his eyes widened a little in order to observe more closely.
I subconsciously covered my mouth.
Oops.
Hey, that’s not right. I looked in the mirror today and it’s not swollen anymore!
I lowered my eyes guiltily, pretended to put down the fingers covering my mouth, pursed my lips, and said, "What's wrong?"
Vodka's eyes are so sharp, should I say he is worthy of being a member of the Black Organization? We have been familiar with each other for so long that I almost forgot that he is also scary in the anime QAQ
How can I compete with a brother of this strength?
Under my nervous breathing, Vodka's tone was extremely light: "You put on lipstick today, didn't you? It looks great! Oh, is the color the same as the one your daughter said you wanted to buy?"
After saying that, Vodka looked at me expectantly, as if waiting for praise.
The meaning of that look was, I should praise him for finally knowing how to compliment my makeup, and also praise him for his deep fatherly love for his daughter, for remembering that he wore the same color as hers.
That's it? My eye twitched. "Uh, it's a lip gloss, but it's the same shade."
Vodka couldn't hear my correction at all, but he could hear me confirming his statement about the same shade. He nodded and said, "I knew I was right!"
I:"……"
While I was speechless, I heard Gin take time out of his busy schedule to laugh.
I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I could only look into Vodka's gleaming eyes and give him a slightly awkward smile. I forced a smile and gave him a soulless compliment: "Wow, Vodka, your eyesight has really improved."
I really overestimated him.
Vodka only cared about being praised, not whether my praise had soul. He stood up triumphantly, awash in the pride of having redeemed himself. "Next time, don't call me a blind straight man. I can tell my daughter's lipstick colors apart! Ah, I can tell yours apart, Yingzi, too."
I chuckled and said, "Thank you so much."
"Sure, sure!" He was already out of breath after a few compliments. Vodka waved his hand, "Ah, Yingzi, do you want some Liuliumei? I'll get it for you."
As he spoke, he strode to the snack cabinet, squatted down and looked through it for a long time, then turned back and called my name: "Yingzi, there are no Lychee Plums in your snack cabinet."
Actually, I don’t really like it. I just saw it by chance when I was shopping in the supermarket and bought a bag. In fact, it was all because of the vodka that I always persuaded them to eat Liuliumei, even though they said they didn’t like sour food.
I continued to look at my phone without caring: "It's gone? Then it's gone."
"It's okay, I'll go shopping with you." It can be seen that Vodka is really happy. He even offered to accompany me to go shopping. He completely forgot how painful it was for him the last time when he accompanied me shopping and was almost exhausted from having to serve as a tool.
This is also the case of someone who only remembers to eat but not to be beaten.
I shook my head: "I don't want to go out, let's talk about it later."
"It's okay, I'll get it for you. Is there anything else you want to eat? Oh, is your favorite ice cream in the freezer almost gone? I'll buy some for you as well." Vodka said to himself, "By the way, we can pass by the dessert shop where Binga was undercover recently. Yingzi, give me this lipstick you're wearing. I want to tell Binga that I recognized you wearing lipstick and the color."
Somehow, I had a vision of a certain emoticon package, the one that says, "Tell my mother I'm not a coward."
Vodka has this weird desire to win. Is it because I often say that Binga can recognize the color of my lipstick, but Vodka can't see it, so he holds a grudge?
I’m really impressed!
Vodka left happily, and the door closed with a loud noise, which showed that he was very angry.
After Vodka left, the living room suddenly became quiet, with only the faint clicking sound of the minute hand of the wall clock.
"Huh." A very light and short breath broke the silence.
He laughed again, he laughed again!
I was so angry that I puffed up my lips and my tongue accidentally touched the small bite wound on the inside of my lower lip. I couldn't help but get even angrier and turned my head to look at him.
Gin was still reading the document, not even raising his head. The document obscured most of his face, leaving only his hard jawline and... the slightly upward curve of his mouth, which was unmistakable and curved.
I got even angrier. I jumped up from the lazy sofa and rushed to the sofa like a cannonball. I didn't care if he was reading some confidential documents. I just put my hands on my hips and complained coquettishly, "Brother, you're still laughing!"
The silver-haired man on the sofa finally responded. He slowly closed the document in his hand, casually placing it aside with bony fingers.
Then, he finally raised his head.
A few strands of her long silver hair fell down her shoulders, and her dark green eyes were like a bottomless cold pool, clearly reflecting my exasperated look at the moment.
The irritating, playful curve of his face did not disappear, but deepened slightly as I got closer.
His gaze, as if carrying real warmth, slowly and aggressively swept across my eyebrows, nose tip, and finally... accurately and firmly fixed on my lips.
Being stared at by him like this, the feeling on my lips that had disappeared long ago was instantly magnified countless times, as if it was being ground by his teeth again.
I subconsciously wanted to purse my lips again, but was nailed to the spot by the undisguised, playful and deeper scrutiny in his eyes, unable to move.
The air seemed to solidify into a sticky gel, carrying a scorching heat.
Maybe I should turn down the heating. I suddenly had a reason to escape. I tapped the ground with my toes, wanting to run, but I didn't dare to run away.
Something seemed to be surging in his cold green eyes, dangerous and focused.
After a few seconds of suffocating silence, he opened his thin lips slightly, and in his low, hoarse voice, like a small hook, he slowly uttered a word:
"Lip gloss?"
The ending tone was slightly raised, with a hint of understanding, a hint of...undisguised interest.
He shouldn't have provoked me!
He shouldn't have provoked me!
Looking at the annoying, controlling curve at the corner of his mouth, an urge to throw the jar into chaos suddenly rushed over my head.
Gin, do you know that I am a semi-vegetarian woman and cannot withstand any provocation. I am very scary!
Instead of stepping back, I faced that oppressive gaze and took another half step forward until my calves touched the edge of the sofa.
Encountering an obstacle, I simply lifted my right leg and knelt on the sofa.
The bare knees under the shorts touched his tight thighs in long pants, and she felt the burning heat of his leg muscles.
I didn't dodge it, and I moved forward again.
With my chin slightly raised, I leaned closer to him, my gaze piercing his deep green eyes. My lips, painted with pink lip gloss, curved into an equally sinister arc.
"Oh, yes, it's lip gloss." My voice was deliberately soft and slow, with a hint of sweetness at the end. My eyes swept meaningfully over his thin lips, which were beautifully shaped but always uttered cold words. "It's peach flavored. What's up, big brother? Want to try it?"
The brown almond eyes narrowed slightly and blinked slowly.
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The author has something to say: No bugs, first come first served
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Sanctioned (lying down) Never mind, our Yingzi is the active party, and even if the king comes, Gin is still a virgin in Yingzi's eyes. Paper people also have to have male ethics! It's all fan fiction, so give me some space.
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Ahhhh, I'm going to die, just let me pass, I want to sleep TT
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