Chapter 37 Chapter 37 (Including 3k nutrient solution supplement) "......
107.
Just when Vodka took his and Gin's passports to check in, but the receptionist said with embarrassment that she couldn't find the reservation information, the hotel was full and they couldn't walk in, even the mask couldn't stop me from laughing wildly.
Vodka noticed my excessive arrogance and couldn't help looking at me again and again. In the end, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you laughing at, Yingzi?"
I tried hard to suppress my laughter, but my voice trembled noticeably as I held back my laughter. The gloating in my eyes almost overflowed: "You're laughing...someone is going to suffer~"
The ending tone was drawn out, with an undisguised sense of anticipation for the show.
"True," Vodka snorted coldly. The cold aura of the core members of the Black Organization, which he rarely displayed in front of me after getting to know me, quietly spread. "Those guys have been getting less and less attentive lately."
The smile on my face froze instantly, as if the pause button was pressed.
My initial gloating was directed at Gin and Vodka. Just the thought of these two, usually powerful figures within the Black Organization, having to find a place to stay on the streets of America because a hotel was out of room was enough to make me secretly happy, even if it was just a momentary loss of face.
When has our big brother Gin ever suffered such injustice?
But I just...how could I have forgotten the most important point?
The ones who truly suffered were the lower-level members who made such a simple mistake as not booking a hotel room for Gin and Vodka! Elsewhere, making a mistake might mean a salary deduction, a written self-criticism, or even expulsion. But here, in the Black Organization... what awaited them was far more than that.
The corners of my mouth drooped uncontrollably under the mask, and my heart felt like it was blocked by a piece of water-soaked cotton, heavy and stuffy.
Gin didn't even need to look at me. He simply tilted his head slightly, his dark green eyes beneath the brim of his hat scanning my instantly stiffened body and lowered eyelids with pinpoint accuracy. Even though I hadn't said a word, he seemed to read every fleeting thought.
He lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on the top of my head, his voice low and gentle, but with an undeniable warning: "Don't beg for mercy in front of me again.
Logically speaking, there was no part of the original plan to ask for mercy, and he warned me directly like that, so I should have been even more terrified.
But... an inexplicable evil fire suddenly rushed up from the bottom of my heart!
I suddenly exhaled a large breath from my nose, blowing the mask on my face up.
My movements were so fast that Vodka didn't even have time to react. I snatched the two passports from Vodka's hands, strode to the front desk, slapped the passports on the counter, and told the young lady, who still maintained a professional smile, my room number in an almost commanding tone:
"Come, check the information and add these two people as my roommates."
After I finished speaking, I puffed up my cheeks again, then turned my head and looked at Gin with a look that I didn't even realize was a bit arrogant and angry: "Brother, please translate it!"
Damn it, if my English wasn’t bad, I wouldn’t dare to imagine how handsome I looked just now.
Instead of now, it can be as funnier as it can be.
"Stay at my place first and move when a room becomes available." I crossed my arms in annoyance and rolled my eyes at the air, as if explaining, but also as if complaining. "Maybe they thought Vermouth would make arrangements for you when you arrived in the United States? It's your fault for not telling me you were coming in advance, otherwise I would have booked a hotel for you."
Besides, they might also think that Gin was going to stay in a safe house... Oh, it would be a different story if Gin had asked them to book a hotel.
I can't save you.
It's totally what Gin deserves for messing up what he asked him to do.
Vodka frowned and looked at Gin. Gin's face, hidden by the shadow of his hat, was expressionless, and he only nodded slightly. Vodka stopped talking.
If they didn't say anything, I'd take it as their agreement! After the receptionist finished the paperwork and handed me the new room card, I snatched it up, not even glancing at the two people behind me. I turned and headed for the elevator, my canvas shoes making a crisp, angry sound on the marble floor.
I got angry at the first sight.
As I walked, I typed what had just happened to Vermouth.
Fortunately, Vermouth, who never thought about saving money for the Black Organization, did not check out for us. Our rooms were still there. Although my suite only had one bed, the presidential suite where Vermouth lived had two rooms.
My original plan was to let Gin and Vodka live in my room first. Gin would naturally sleep on the bed, and as for Vodka... the sofa was also very large and comfortable. I had slept on it there before, so there was nothing I couldn't adapt to. I believed Vodka would also be able to adapt.
Of course, the best outcome would be for Vermouth to generously give up her presidential suite temporarily? This way, Gin would sleep in the presidential suite, and Vodka could sleep on the other bed in the presidential suite or at my place.
Fortunately, Vermouth was always generous. Like me, she laughed at Gin and Vodka for a while before agreeing to give them the room.
Anyway, she is busy filming recently and has no time to stay in the hotel. There is nothing of hers in the hotel. The housekeeping staff cleans the room every day. It is just a hotel room, so she doesn't mind it.
Vermouth didn't mind, and Vodka, who was already prepared to sleep on the sofa, minded even less.
"So do you want to sleep here with me or..." I paused, and suddenly realized that it was not up to Vodka where to sleep.
The question now wasn't where Vodka wanted to sleep, but whether Gin would allow Vodka to sleep in the presidential suite with him? It was just two separate beds, and Vodka was Gin's top subordinate. The two of them were bound together on missions, so would Gin agree?
However, it is not ruled out that Gin wants personal space, and there are two ready-made guest rooms here, so he let Vodka sleep here with me.
I hugged a huge feather pillow, crossed my legs and sank into the soft sofa in the living room. My chin rested on the pillow, my head tilted, and I looked at Gin sitting on the single sofa next to me with an inquiring look: "Brother, what do you think?"
Gin looked at me silently for a moment before turning to look at Vodka and saying calmly, "You go sleep in the second bedroom."
Vodka nodded immediately: "Yes, brother."
I let out an exaggerated "wow!" and, without even putting down the pillow in my arms, clapped my hands and congratulated Vodka: "Wow, Vodka, congratulations! You can sleep in the presidential suite!"
Vodka, on the other hand, acted as if he was used to it, and asked me in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Depend on!
hateful!
Damn it!
Damn it, tear it to pieces!
Fight with these rich people!
The most luxurious room I've ever stayed in, in my entire two lives combined, is the deluxe suite the three of us are in now, and that was courtesy of Vermouth! And Vodka, he actually slept in the presidential suite like it was his due! I can't even imagine what kind of decadent life he led before!
I gritted my teeth, howled, and lunged forward, chasing Vodka and beating him up. "I'm going to fight you rich people! Is the presidential suite not good enough for you? You're so peaceful, and you don't know how to cherish it, so let me do it!!!"
Vodka was dazed as I chased and hit him. He subconsciously raised his strong arms to block, shouting, "Hey, hey, hey, Yingzi, why are you so irritable today?"
He obviously still remembered my fragile nature and didn't dare to use force, so he could only defend passively.
When I heard the keyword "irritable", I calmed down in a second.
I stopped and took a deep breath, my hands still circling in the air, from my waist to the top of my head, as if casting a spell to calm my mind: "The world is so beautiful, and I'm so irritable. This is not good~ not good~"
I took three deep breaths, but still couldn't calm down. I turned into an angry bird again, pounced on him and slapped his arm without any harm: "Ahhhhhh give me back my rich life!!!"
Vodka was baffled by my photo: "What's the big deal? You can just sleep in the presidential suite."
"Wow, how did you manage to make the presidential suite sound like cabbage? I can't forgive you!!!"
Gin was sitting on the sofa next to me, like an indifferent spectator, watching the farce between Vodka and me coldly - strictly speaking, it was my unilateral "hunt" for Vodka.
Gin finally spoke just before I was about to pounce on Vodka and try to suffocate him with a pillow.
The voice was not loud, but it was full of absolute control: "Have you had enough of the trouble?"
Although I was still angry, Gin's words successfully acted as a tight spell. I froze in place and turned to look at Gin in a daze.
The silver-haired man took control of the situation with just a few words.
He turned his gaze to me and said simply, "You, come with me over there and put your things away."
He turned his gaze to Vodka again: "You, stop provoking this idiot."
My eyes had just lit up when I heard that I could finally sleep in the presidential suite, but then they turned dull and lifeless again.
Humph, it seems that in Gin's heart, Vodka is still more important than me!
108.
In fact, I left very little in the hotel. Apart from the daily toiletries that the hotel replaced but I didn't take with me, there were only a few pajamas and a change of clothes.
Soon, I stuffed the clothes into the thick canvas laundry bag provided by the hotel. Holding the bulging bag, I followed Gin's tall figure into the presidential suite that once belonged to Vermouth.
I can only say that the presidential suite is worthy of being a presidential suite. It is more luxurious than my luxury suite by more than one level.
Holding the cloth bag provided by the hotel, I walked around the guest rooms, which were as big as Gin House, and especially looked at the huge massage bathtub in the master bedroom, which looked like a small swimming pool and had its own ambient lighting.
It's huge! It looks even fancier than the massage bathtub I enjoyed once before! Why is it in the master bedroom? It would be great if there was one in the second bedroom, too. I wonder if my brother would agree...
I don't mean to live in the master bedroom, I don't dare. What I mean is, can you agree to let me borrow his bathtub?
After looking at it reluctantly again, I tactfully put the cloth bag on the bed in the second bedroom, then kicked off my canvas shoes and knelt down beside Gin.
Gin sat on the large leather sofa, eyes closed, resting. His long silver hair draped casually over his shoulders, a few strands falling beside his hard-lined face.
Even though the sofa beside him was obviously sinking, he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. It wasn't until I put my hands on his shoulders and stared at his handsome face in a daze that he condescended to look at me and said with a slight pout, "What's wrong?"
My round almond-shaped eyes unconsciously narrowed slightly to see more clearly. After observing carefully for a long time, I sighed in disbelief, "Brother, your recovery ability is amazing, isn't it?"
Gin's kissing skills have become much more refined than at first. At least he didn't bite my lips. Even after so many kisses, my lips were intact from the inside out. I wear a mask because although my lips have no wounds, my skin is really fragile. My lips are so swollen that I can't pretend to eat spicy food and then drink vodka to get away with it.
I'm different. I certainly won't admit that I'm a terrible learner in this area. It's mainly because of Gin! It's so infuriating! I was so mad I bit him!
However, Gin's recovery ability is terrifying.
I, who wasn't injured, had to wear a mask to hide it, but there was no mark on Gin's lip after he was bitten. I got so close, I could almost see the subtle texture of his skin, and even closer, I was almost eye to eye, but I still couldn't see a single flaw!
As a result, if I hadn't been the one involved, and if the touch hadn't been so real, I would have suspected that I had confused dreams with reality and that I didn't actually bite him.
Could it be that this is the difference between the chosen top killer and the chosen waste?
Is it that when God gave humanity the gift of rain, not only did I hold an umbrella, but Gin was also particularly favored with several clouds above his head?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a bit sour in my eyes and mouth: "...How unfair."
Gin let out a soft chuckle from the depths of his throat, a hint of amusement in it. He suddenly leaned in closer, his hot, moist breath instantly enveloping all my breathing space. "Want to do it again?"
Without even thinking, I leaned back.
It happened too many times today, some of them were too much, and I couldn’t stand it anymore.
He probably didn't expect that I, who always took the initiative, could refuse him. The pressure around Gin suddenly dropped. I tactfully leaned in closer, put my arm around his neck, and asked, "But, big brother, how did you know where I was?"
I already knew the answer, so I answered it myself, my voice rising with pride. "Oh, it must be because of the translator I'm wearing, right? It has location tracking, so you can find me."
Gin made a faint "hmm" sound from his nose as a response.
I was just waiting for this "hmm" and immediately smiled like a cat stealing some fish, my eyebrows curved, and I rubbed my furry head against Gin's neck: "Hehe, so big brother just missed me a lot!"
No matter what, Gin just misses me, and I don’t accept any other explanation!
Even though I know that Gin came to find me according to the location in order to reunite with Vermouth, I will still firmly believe that he came to find me!
As I was thinking about this, Vodka suddenly rang in my ears, saying that something was wrong with me today, which he had said many times today. I was startled.
It seems true. I am not feeling well at all today.
Admittedly, after adapting to the life in the Black Organization and successfully clinging to Gin's thighs, I did indulge my personality more, but... I get angry so easily, especially when I am so unscrupulous and crazy about Gin himself. This level of being spoiled seems a bit excessive.
Plus, I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild, obsessing over whether he came here because he "missed me," even though I knew from the beginning that he could only come to the United States because of the organization's mission...
What's wrong with me?
While I was lost in thought, Gin, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly moved. Without warning, his bony hand reached for my forehead, his calloused fingertips gently pressing against my skin.
I opened my eyes wide in shock: "Brother?"
"The temperature isn't right," he retracted his hand, his tone unquestionable, "Take it."
"No way? It's summer, I won't catch a cold or have a fever."
And although my body is indeed fragile, I have never been sick since my rebirth.
I suddenly slapped my lips and said, "Pfft, ffff, ffff, I can't say that."
Gin didn't bother to pay attention to my surprise. Before I could react, he had already called room service on the intercom to bring a thermometer. With a quick and irresistible movement, he pressed the cold electronic probe into my mouth.
Gin glanced at the number on the thermometer: "It's 0.5℃ higher than your normal body temperature. Turn up the air conditioner temperature when you go to bed."
I was stunned. "My normal body temperature? Brother, you know my normal body temperature?"
I don’t even know my normal body temperature!
In response, Gin just glanced at me condescendingly, looking at me like a fool with the look of a dog: "Your medical examination reports are all handed over to me."
I curled my lips: "Oh."
I didn't even have to wait until bedtime. Even though my body temperature rose, it was only 0.5℃, which really had no effect on me. But I still took the initiative to raise the air conditioner temperature in advance.
It was when I finished adjusting the temperature and went back to Gin to ask for praise that I was stunned again: "Hey, that's not right!"
"What's wrong?"
"Why should I live here? Shouldn't I go back and live with Vermouth?"
Right! The original plan was for Gin and Vodka to stay in Vermouth and my guest room, while Vermouth and I would stay in her villa near the set.
How come I ended up replacing Vodka and moving into Gin's second bedroom?
Ah, I do live in Gin's second bedroom. After all, I already lived there when I was in Japan (?). I mean, I lived in the second bedroom of Gin's house. But that doesn't mean I won't live in the big villa. I have to...
Oh, yes, the presidential suite, I want to enjoy the presidential suite!
I pounded my fist on my palm as if something had suddenly dawned on me: "It's okay then, thank you, big brother!"
Gin: "...Forget it."
"Forget it?" I blinked twice, and without asking Gin to answer, I made a microphone with my hand and started singing, "Never mind, Yalaso——"
Gin was obviously too lazy to talk to me anymore, so he just stood up and walked towards the master bedroom with his long legs.
However, he took a few steps and turned back.
A large, warm hand with thin calluses landed on my forehead, pressing it gently, as if to confirm whether the temperature was normal.
Then he actually turned and left.
109.
We met up with Vodka for dinner that night. After the strange feeling on my lips subsided, I naturally didn’t bother to continue to torture myself by wearing a mask.
Seeing that I had barely recovered to normal, Vodka finally breathed a sigh of relief and handed me the egg waffles that I had asked him to bring and had forgotten in the car, and repeatedly assured me that he did not eat them secretly.
"I won't tell you even if I eat it." Why does it sound like I'm being protective of my food? "The milk tea at that shop is also delicious, my brother likes it too. Let's go buy some together tomorrow."
"Ah? Isn't milk tea sweet?" Vodka was surprised.
I touched my nose vaguely and said, "Don't worry about it. Big brother likes it anyway."
Vodka didn't understand what was going on, but still said "Oh". While Gin was out answering the phone, he secretly asked me if I wanted to change it back.
I immediately looked at him warily: "What are you talking about? Don't even think about taking my presidential suite experience card away!"
Vodka hesitated to speak: "I'm not afraid of you..."
I understood what he meant and raised three fingers to assure him, "I definitely won't attack you in the middle of the night, big brother. Don't worry about that."
Vodka: “Huh?”
I swear: "I guarantee it, my friend, I guarantee it!"
110.
"Um, big brother, I have a request." My toes were rubbing against the ground in a tangled manner, and my index finger was rubbing against my chest. I lowered my head and looked up at him tentatively. I looked so pitiful.
I guarantee that even the most cold-blooded person would nod in agreement without asking any questions if they saw me like this.
——Except gin.
Gin, freshly showered, looked down at me, his dark bathrobe loosely tied around his shoulders. His silver hair drooped, a few glistening droplets of water trickling down his neck, rolling over his defined collarbone and firm pectoral muscles before disappearing beneath the slightly opened robe, leaving ambiguous traces of water behind.
I restrained myself from staring too obviously, so as not to make Gin suspect that I had ulterior motives.
Gin raised his eyebrows and said, "Go ahead."
I immediately raised my head and smiled brightly: "Can I borrow your bathtub?"
Gin's Adam's apple rolled silently, and his eyes swept over me slowly with scrutiny, and he was silent for a long time.
Just when I thought there was no hope at all and was comforting myself that the second bedroom was not bad, just a little small, he finally gave in.
It’s just that look… it’s strange, with an indescribable depth of meaning.
I rushed to the bathroom with joy as if I had been pardoned.
It was only before I walked into the bathroom that I realized what was going on. I quickly clung to the glass door and explained to him, "Brother, I just wanted to enjoy the massage bathtub. I don't have any improper thoughts about you! Please understand!"
"..." The aura around Gin seemed to become even colder.
It's strange, why is he angry again.
Is it because I took the initiative to say it that he seems overly defensive towards me?
Or... do you think I'm trying to hide something?
I snorted in confusion, feeling a bit of annoyance that I didn't even understand, and closed the bathroom door.
Then, when I took off my clothes and saw the faint color of blood, I realized all the strange things that had happened today, from my inexplicable temper to my strangely high body temperature...
Haha, my period came early.
I put on my clothes silently, opened the door with a cold face, and walked past Gin who was half leaning on the bed.
The warm lighting outlined the smooth, firm lines of his muscles beneath his half-open bathrobe. His wet silver hair lay messily on his forehead, and his green eyes were half-closed with a hint of laziness...
Normally, I can't help but look at this kind of scene twice, otherwise I really feel bad for my eyes. But I really don't feel like it right now.
Experienced girls all know that menstruation is something that is okay when you don’t know it is coming, but once you find out it is coming, the pain is unbearable!
The waves are surging!
Overwhelming!
Stormy waves!
...I didn't mean to recite the Hibiscus Shocking Wave Palm, the main point is...
I'm going to die!
"What's wrong?" Gin called me, his eyes fixed on my pale face, his expression clearly unhappy, "Are you feeling unwell?"
I sniffed aggrievedly, my voice weak: "Alas, brother, you don't understand."
111.
My idiot body manifests itself in every aspect. For example, I once secretly inquired about the Black Organization's female members, and found that their periods were... very... obedient. At most, they experienced a little discomfort, but it wasn't painful at all. Unlike me, it was either painless or excruciating!
For example, this time, it was so painful that I was dying.
In the middle of the night, I woke up with a heart-wrenching pain.
Cold sweat instantly soaked through my pajamas and stuck to my skin.
I curled up into a ball, holding my cramping abdomen tightly with both hands, tossing and turning in the soft bedding like a cooked shrimp, unable to control my suppressed and painful moans.
I wrapped the quilt tightly around myself, trying to get a little warmth, but I still felt cold all over.
If I had known this earlier, I would have asked the waiter to bring a heating pad.
As soon as this thought of regret flashed through my mind, I was overwhelmed by even more intense pain. I didn't even have the strength to stand up, so I could only curl up in despair, and finally fainted from the pain, clutching my stomach.
I don’t know how long it was before I woke up with a sticky and damp feeling.
My entire body felt like it had just been pulled out of the water. Cold sweat soaked my hair and clung to my sweaty neck, making it extremely uncomfortable. The only consolation was a steady, soothing warmth emanating from my lower abdomen, dispelling some of the coldness. It also warmed my back, as if a reliable heat source was clinging to me...
I frowned uncomfortably and subconsciously wanted to raise my hand to brush away the wet hair on my neck, but my arm touched the warm, solid body behind me first.
I froze instantly, all sleepiness gone, and I almost screamed in shock.
The next second, a big, warm hand wrapped around my waist more forcefully, pressing my body closer to the source of warmth behind me.
At the same time, a deep, familiar voice, with a rare, lingering sleepiness, sounded beside me, its breath brushing against my ears:
"Don't move."
My body was completely petrified: "Big brother?"
"Yeah." The response was brief and lazy.
The body was weak, but the brain was struggling to work quickly in the intervals of severe pain.
That's not right! How could I have sleepwalked into Gin's bed when I was in such a bad state? Am I really that lustful? For others, love can overcome distance, but for me, taking advantage of someone can overcome menstrual pain?
Could it be that Vodka’s prediction was right?
Die, Vodka!
#Blamethevodka.
No...wait! As my hands were rummaging around on the bed, I touched the phone that I had casually placed on the pillow after passing out.
The presence of my phone meant I was definitely in my bed! It's impossible to sleepwalk with your phone.
That's even more wrong! Gin...why is he in my bed?
Or... hold me?
ah? ? ?
There is only one truth!
Even though I was incredibly weak, it didn't stop me from mumbling, "You're taking advantage of someone's misfortune... and running into a girl's bed? Big brother, you don't take advantage of me!"
A very soft sneer came from above my head. Gin's arms tightened, almost fitting my entire body into his embrace, as if it were tailor-made for me.
His lazy voice, with a hint of mockery, rang out in the darkness: "If someone hadn't fallen asleep in pain and kept groaning and making so much noise, do you think I would want to come over?"
Before I could digest the information contained in this sentence, a warm and dry big hand had already placed its precise hand on my still cramping and aching lower abdomen through the thin silk nightgown.
The warmth from the palm of my hand seeped in continuously, miraculously relieving the excruciating pain and bringing a drowsy warmth.
Dragged down by the heavy feeling of fatigue again, I completely lost consciousness in the hypnosis of the solid and warm embrace behind me and the continuous warmth in my abdomen.
In my drowsy state, I only had time to feel a few strands of cool silver hair brushing against my forehead before I sank into dreamless darkness again.
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