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112.
I never dreamed that I would wake up in Gin's arms for the second time in my lifetime.
And the kind that wakes up alive.
How should I put it… maybe it's a case of first time being unfamiliar, second time being familiar? At least this time, I wasn't as terrified as I was the first time I realized I was sharing a bed with Gin. I even managed to maintain a strange composure, slowly and carefully withdrawing my leg, which had been so boldly and unceremoniously draped over Gin.
Then, I gently raised my head from his strong arms, and with the daze of just waking up, I subconsciously looked around -
Finally, when I met that gaze that seemed to be real and powerful, I made the decisive choice to throw in the towel. I tilted my head and lay back down with peace of mind.
Never mind, why does it feel like it would be more troublesome to move my head away and look for a pillow under Gin's gaze?
I often trust my instincts, and since I didn't sense any danger, I simply raised my head and gave the man in front of me a sleepy, defenseless smile: "Good morning, brother!"
From this we can see that as long as I don't have the delusion to actively seduce Gin and overestimate my own abilities and try to force him to sleep with me, Gin will not try to kill me.
He even holds my belly for me!
Seriously, is it really my fault that I secretly treated Gin as a half-guardian? Every time I secretly shared it with Vermouth or Mello, they acted like I was crazy.
But, but, mature man Gin is really like a daddy most of the time!!!
Maybe it's just me being too naive and mentally retarded, but Gin... he's a man who can be both a brother and a father! Whether the words in the brackets are good or bad is questionable.
Isn't this living proof? I have a terrible sleeping posture. I clearly remember falling asleep with my back to him, curled up, but when I woke up, not only was I facing him, but I also seemed to be treating him like a human pillow, with my legs draped over him without any hesitation... And Gin actually put up with it!
Not only that, he also maintained a posture that looked quite awkward. The hand with distinct joints that had pulled the trigger countless times was still steadily and warmly covering my lower abdomen.
Wuwuwuwuwu, Master Gin, I will follow you forever——
Gin had clearly woken up. He lay half-lying on his side, his long silver hair scattered messily beside his pillow, with more spread out on the pure white pillowcase. His signature dark green eyes were clear, clearly reflecting my slightly silly appearance at the moment.
His thin, hard lips curved upwards ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly, and he said in a low voice, "Good morning."
Help, who understands this feeling.
Gin, Gin, Gin who was half lying on his side... and at this moment, the collar of his loose nightgown was slightly open, revealing his smooth collarbone and firm chest... The distance was so close that I could clearly see his long drooping eyelashes.
I can even start counting how many eyelashes he has!
Even if I have a good self-awareness and know my own strengths and weaknesses, this situation can't help but let a little bit of... extremely unrealistic, pink, enough to make me shoot myself in the head... fantasy bubble grow in my heart.
Forget it, stop! Don't even think about it! If this thought were to be noticed, I might actually die—not from this annoying menstrual period, but from being physically liberated by this big shot in front of me.
My eyes darted around, and my expression shifted from confusion to a silly grin and then back to terror. It stopped because Gin's hand, which had been resting on my stomach, suddenly lifted up and precisely pinched my cheek, forcing me to pout.
"Hmm?" I was forced to stare at Gin's hand that suddenly appeared on my mouth, my vision focused and unfocused, and I almost made eye contact again.
"Idiot." A familiar, cold comment came from above his head.
After Gin scolded me like that, I felt relieved again.
The alarm is lifted! The seal is lifted!
After my cheek was released, I nestled comfortably in his strong arms for a few more times, like a small animal that had found a cozy nest. Then I squinted my eyes happily and said in a sweet, nasal voice, "Thank you, big brother! You are so good to me!"
Gin lowered his eyes and looked at me. A faint, elusive emotion seemed to pass through his dark green eyes. He said thoughtfully, "It looks like it doesn't hurt anymore."
"It still hurts!" I retorted immediately, reflexively grabbing his hand that had just pinched my face and pressing it back against my still aching stomach. Then, with a happy smile on my face, I peacefully closed my eyes, as if I had the most precious warmth pad in the world.
At this moment, just like at that moment, Gin's warm palm is tightly pressed against my lower abdomen, and the soothing temperature penetrates in continuously through the thin silk fabric.
It’s very similar to last night when Happy Eiko was being taken care of (???) by the kind (??) Gin (??).
That is, the palm that was originally just covering seemed to... very lightly... rub a few times?
Is this an illusion? Why does this hand feel...?
I guess it’s because Gin’s hands are very big, and I’m much smaller than him, so I feel like if I touch him again, I’ll touch other places, right?
I blushed for no apparent reason.
No matter how much I've adapted to the chaotic relationships between men and women in the Black Organization and followed local customs, I've long been accustomed to physical contact with everyone and happily found the pleasure of teasing and taking advantage of them. I'm not so careless as to have no sense of self-preservation.
If it were someone else, with this kind of action and the hand's movement visible to me, I would have started dodging, shouting, and fighting back.
But this is Gin, a Gin that is free from the low-level interests of male and female relationships - except for kissing me?
Reason tells me that Gin's touch is actually for my own good. It's the same way a father would hold his child's stomach to relieve pain, right?
Because it was Gin, and the atmosphere of sleeping in the same bed together made people's heart beat disorderly more than any deliberate teasing.
I forced myself to remain calm, barely raising one hand and placing it lightly on Gin's wrist, as if to stop him but not quite. To be more precise, it was almost like stopping him. My voice was muffled, with a hint of desperation: "Brother, if you put your hand up again..."
"It's really easy for me to make mistakes with you." I opened my eyes and said to him seriously, my brown pupils full of sincerity.
Now that I've said that, if I really can't help myself next, you can't blame me.
You can't beat me, and you can't kill me!
Gin's movements did indeed stop.
But he didn't withdraw his hand immediately. Instead, he lowered his deep, cold green eyes and looked down at me quietly, condescendingly. His gaze was so sharp that it seemed to penetrate my forced calmness and reach my flustered heartbeat and burning cheeks.
Then, an extremely cold chuckle with undisguised mockery escaped from his throat.
"Oh."
No, who does he look down on???
Look down on me, that's okay.
113.
If God gives me another chance, I will never stop Gin's rare kindness just because of my dirty thoughts!
To paraphrase a classic Chinese proverb: Yingzi bites gin, not knowing the kindness of a good person.
Gin, who was rarely kind and gentle, coldly released his warm hand that was on my lower abdomen and got up from the soft big bed without hesitation.
The movement comes too fast like a tornado~
"Brother, it's a bit cold." I blinked twice and hinted wildly, trying to melt Gin's cold heart with my eyes and come back to hug me again QAQ.
However, Gin wasn't having any of this. He grabbed the blanket and, without a word, wrapped me up tightly like a sushi roll. In an instant, I went from being a free man to a giant, immobile cocoon, with only my head sticking out.
I really struggled, but even in my complete state, I couldn't possibly beat Gin, let alone now that he has the menstrual weakness buff?
Gin, feeling like I'd taken advantage of his kindness, felt the air pressure around him drop to a freezing low. He leaned over, his hands gripping my shoulders like iron pliers through the quilt, the force so strong it seemed as if he was pinning me to the mattress.
His signature long silver hair fell down as he leaned over, a few strands brushing my cheeks, while more spread out on the white quilt and enveloped me, like a gorgeous and cold cage, airtight.
"Brother, I was wrong." Without even thinking, I bowed my head and admitted my mistake. My movements were so skillful that it made people feel distressed.
I don't know what I did wrong, but I just need to apologize first and comfort the person.
Ah, no, I know where I went wrong. My mistake was that Gin showed kindness for once, using his hand, which was used to holding a gun, to help me soothe my aching stomach, and I actually dared to let my imagination run wild and even tried to attack him...
This... this isn't scientific! I know I shouldn't overthink things!
The most I can get from Gin is a kiss, I can't be greedy anymore!
But we have to find someone to take the blame, and I really think it's understandable.
I immediately raised my head, trying to widen my almond-shaped eyes, which were slightly red from the menstrual pain, and looked into his bottomless dark green pupils with utmost sincerity, saying in a firm tone:
"This is definitely a matter of menstrual hormone imbalance! It has nothing to do with my noble and pure soul!"
To increase my credibility, I added a powerful sentence, each word clear: "I really don't have any improper thoughts about you, big brother!!!"
I told him firmly with my eyes, I swear, I am serious.
Help, Gin is really getting angrier!
Murderous intent, it’s murderous intent!
Woohoo! Hell is too cold, who will sacrifice themselves for me?
Wait… Although the danger alert is at its highest level, why does it not feel completely murderous?
My eyes widened, my heart pounding wildly in my chest, as I watched Gin's mouth slowly curl into a cold, mocking, and dangerous arc. "Open the door, Yingzi, am I giving you too much freedom to let your imagination run wild?"
?
What does this mean?
You can scold me, but why do you call me by my full name?
Gin seemed completely enraged by my dull, almost idiotic gaze. His hands, gripping my shoulders, suddenly loosened. The next second, two bony hands slammed down on the mattress on either side of me. His strong, powerful arms instantly formed an inescapable cage around me.
His tall and muscular upper body pressed down with a strong sense of oppression, almost completely covering my body wrapped like a cocoon.
Almost, his chest was still a tiny distance away from the quilt on me.
Gin's handsome, aggressive face rapidly enlarged before my eyes, his hot breath irresistibly spraying on my face and lips... A little closer, then...
Gulp.
I swallowed nervously, actually trying to calm myself down.
Calm down, Kaimen Yingzi. Don't let the hormones during your menstrual period affect your brain. Being tempted by beauty and sex at this time and kissed can be fatal!
But, but, I really want to kiss you.
His lips were so close, their lines graceful yet cold and hard, carrying a deadly allure. The thought of such a beautiful mouth, and the possibility of uttering something incredibly cold and frightening the next second, this extreme contrast made it all the more tempting to... kiss him without hesitation! Was it really as cold and hard as it looked?
Even though I know it's not the case, because I've kissed her many times and it's actually very soft.
Also, I mean, is there a possibility that if I kiss him when he is so angry, he may not die?
Suddenly, the shadow of...Edogawa Conan appeared in my mind. No, it was the shadow of fifth-year Kudo Shinichi.
I had promised Kudo Shinichi in my heart that as long as he was willing to call me "Auntie", in order to protect his life, I would not only hold Gin's thighs to buy him time to escape, but I could even kiss Gin forcefully to divert his attention.
Gin would definitely be even angrier if he found out Kudo Shinichi was still alive, right? I don't know why Gin suddenly snapped at my wild thoughts, but I doubt he'd find a mission error (referring to Kudo Shinichi being alive) any less infuriating than me, considering he's used to being pissed off. That's what workaholics do, right?
So, is it okay for me to practice a low-difficulty dungeon in advance?
After preparing myself mentally, my eyes instantly became firm.
Then, even in my cocoon state, I stubbornly...pouted.
Raise your neck like a hard-working little turtle.
Gin probably didn't expect me to act like this suddenly.
His deep green eyes widened ever so slightly when I pouted, a flash of surprise flashing across them. But then, that surprise was replaced by a deeper, colder scrutiny.
He didn't even dodge, but just tilted his head slightly and looked at me leisurely, his eyes full of mockery of "I want to see what tricks you can play" and... a hint of imperceptible indulgence?
He probably thought I just wanted to disgust him, but he never expected that his lack of evasion would make it easier for me, who was completely passive—
Kissed him!
ox!
Kaimen Yingzi, you are the most amazing little girl!
Pass it on, Kaimen Yingzi kissed Gin again, oh yeah!
Our lips touched, and I, who was already pouting, made a crisp "pop" sound. In the silent room where only the sound of our two breathing could be heard, it sounded particularly clear and... funny.
Originally, I just wanted to test it out. After the mua, I actually planned to retreat and wait for Gin's impending rage. After all, he was angry because I had feelings for him again. Although I just said that -
A big, hot hand suddenly pressed down on the back of my head as I tried to retreat into the quilt, stopping me from escaping.
Then, the strong body that was originally supporting my side to maintain the last bit of distance, with irresistible weight and scorching heat, really and thoroughly pressed down on me!
It was heavy and hot, and instantly nailed me and my quilt to the soft big bed.
He was not responding to my mua at all.
He was plundering...
His thin lips crushed down with punishing force, instantly consuming my tiny sliver of pride. This wasn't a gentle touch, but a siege-like invasion. His teeth even carried a hint of ferocity, tapping against my lower lip with a gentle, yet not heavy, touch, bringing a subtle sting and a heart-pounding numbness.
This was intentional. I was impressed by his increased proficiency yesterday.
“Woo…”
This sudden force completely overwhelmed me, and the pain of being bitten caused a weak and aggrieved whimper to escape uncontrollably from the depths of my throat.
The discomfort of being on my period and the helplessness of being absolutely suppressed at the moment intertwined together, and my eyes instantly turned red.
Gin's tall body pressing on me froze noticeably for a moment.
Then, the kiss that was as violent as a storm miraculously stopped.
He didn't completely withdraw, his lips still pressed against my slightly numbed lower lip from being ravaged. His hot breaths sprayed heavily on my face, with a chaotic rhythm. I could clearly feel the strong heart beneath his chest, beating violently like a drum through the quilt and my body.
He didn't loosen his grip on the back of my head, but the force with which his fingertips dug into my hair subtly...slowed down.
Time seemed to freeze in this heavy, burning, punishing intimacy. Only the heavy and rapid breathing of each other echoed in the silent room.
Then, I felt the pressure on my lips change.
No longer a ferocious crushing and biting. His lips began to gently rub against my lower lip, extremely slowly, with a strange, scrutinizing force. As if confirming something, or perhaps... comforting?
This realization made me tremble all over and I even forgot to sob.
Just as I was in doubt, his lips, pressed tightly against mine, opened slightly. No longer prying them open roughly, but with an unprecedented, almost tentative, gentleness, his warm, moist tongue traced the shape of my lips very slowly, bit by bit. From the stinging corners of my lips, to the slightly trembling peak of my upper lip, to the plump center of my lower lip... His movements were incredibly gentle, filled with an indescribable patience and... pity?
I froze in the quilt, holding my breath, my mind blank, and the only thing left was the thrilling, gentle touch like a feather brushing against my lips.
His tongue didn't penetrate deeply, but simply traced it over and over again, patiently and gently, as if repairing a fragile piece of porcelain. Each gentle lick sent a tiny electric current running down my spine to my tailbone, causing me to tremble uncontrollably.
After an unknown amount of time, the tracing action finally stopped.
He raised his head slightly, his dark green eyes fixed on me closely. The coldness and anger within them seemed to have largely dissipated, replaced by a deep, complex emotion I couldn't fathom. His breath was still hot, lingering on my nose and cheeks, carrying his unique scent, yet now strangely no longer cold and dangerous.
He just stared at me, his deep green eyes seeming to draw me in. Time slipped by, the only sound in the room being our heavy breathing. Just as I was about to drown in this silent gaze, his hand on the back of my head finally loosened its grip.
But he didn't get up.
That hand slid down the back of my neck, carrying a scorching heat, and finally landed on my lower back, which was tightly wrapped in the quilt. Through the quilt, his palm held there firmly with an unquestionable sense of control.
He remained pressed against me, his chest only separated from my tightly wrapped body by the thin blanket. His long silver hair fell down, a few strands brushing my cheek, bringing a faint tingle.
He lowered his head, his nose almost touching mine, his deep eyes still fixed on me, with the bottomless undercurrents surging in them after the storm subsided.
After a long while, I moved my lips tremblingly: "Brother? Do you want to go to the bathroom..."
Listening to the sound of water, I struggled to find my phone and calculated the time.
...From this perspective, it doesn't look like Big Brother would do it early, does he? This is all normal, so either my personal charm is not enough, or Gin is really suspicious and unwilling to have relationships with others. Even if he believes I am incapable, he would not attack him.
Oh, then why is he going to the bathroom now?
As for Chen ○, Chen ○ is normal.
114.
Many times, I really wonder whether Vodka is really stupid or just pretending to be stupid.
How can a person be so slow?
Or is he from the Black Organization???
Could it be that he really doesn't believe that anything can happen between Gin and me?
Vodka replaced the waiter in pushing the food cart over. He also brought me some painkillers and some brown sugar water, which he had somehow gotten. Seeing the pain in my lower lip from Gin's deliberate biting, he said with a distressed look on his face, "Why does it hurt so much?"
He actually thought I bit it myself!
I leaned against the headboard, sneered, crossed my arms, and said, "I have no obligation to abuse myself."
Vodka was stunned by my answer and subconsciously looked at Gin.
Gin was standing in front of the French window, his back to us, wearing only a bathrobe, his long hair still damp with moisture.
Haha, with a dirty mind like mine, if I saw a woman in bed with a man who had just showered and whose hair was still wet, I would definitely suspect something was going on. But with a mind as pure as vodka—oh my god, these four words can actually be associated with vodka—I actually thought this scene was normal.
There's no hope, really.
Feeling the gazes of both Vodka and I, he slowly turned around, only raising his eyelids indifferently, and asked calmly, "I heard you met someone from the FBI in the park?"
Vodka immediately took over, looking at me worriedly and said, "We all heard what Vermouth said. Fortunately, Yingzi looks weak, otherwise it would be really dangerous."
I took a deep breath and tried to keep smiling. “Although I’m telling the truth, Vodka, please stop talking.”
How can people be so presumptuous!!!
"You will follow my instructions for the next move." Gin's eyes swept over me calmly, but strangely, it calmed me down.
If the original lyrics say that everyone's gaze is my stimulant, then here it means that Gin's gaze is my tranquilizer?
This strange association made me burst out laughing, although I immediately grimaced because of the wound on my lip.
The aura around Gin also became inexplicably cheerful. He probably didn't know what I was thinking, otherwise he would probably scold me for having wild thoughts.
Gin and Vodka quickly got to work, discussing the details of the upcoming operation in low voices. Since it concerned me, I should have listened, but I'd long been accustomed to filtering out information from the Black Organization, and coupled with my discomfort, the low, steady chatter in the room was indistinguishable from AS.MR.
My eyelids became heavier and heavier, my consciousness became dizzy, and finally my head tilted and I fell into a deep sleep again.
Perhaps the effect of the drug had worn off, and when he was awakened by the pain again, the first thing that caught his eye was a tall and aloof figure standing silently by the bed, facing the twinkling lights of the city outside the window.
It's gin.
I hummed unconsciously, feeling heavy with sleepiness and the weakness of my menstrual period: "Brother."
Hearing the sound, the figure moved. He slowly turned around. In the dim light, I couldn't see the expression on his face, but I could clearly feel his eyes on me. "Are you awake? Do you want to eat or continue sleeping?"
What a great daddy! I sighed in my heart countless times.
It's really not my fault that I have a fledgling complex and am dependent on Gin. I've been hurt many times before. Well, although most of my injuries were caused by Gin, my injuries were not serious. I was just being pretentious and pretending to be in great pain. Gin knew I was pretending, but he still let me act coquettishly with him and ordered him to be nicer to me.
"I don't want to eat anymore. I'm still sleepy." I mumbled, almost instinctively, well, with a bit of sickly pampering and dependence, I stretched out my hands in his direction, "Hold me!"
Maybe because I was really weak, Gin's "fatherly love" was rekindled. He closed the curtains and actually walked towards me.
The mattress sank slightly. He climbed back onto the bed, stretched out his powerful arms, lifted the quilt, and pulled me into a full embrace. Then, a warm, dry hand, still covered with calloused skin, naturally rested on my aching lower abdomen.
"Go to sleep." A low voice sounded above his head, with an imperative and soothing tone.
I rubbed my lips in his arms, feeling at ease, and closed my eyes again.
In my drowsy state, I unconsciously grasped the hand he had placed on my abdomen, my fingertips subconsciously rubbing the raised joints and skin on the back of his hand. I couldn't help but think that this was indeed better than a heating pad, but I couldn't help but think...
etc!
A belated and incredible thought split the chaotic sleepiness like lightning.
Warming patch?
Yes! Why not use a heating pad?
Gin had asked Vodka to bring some painkillers and brown sugar water, so why didn't he ask Vodka to bring some heating pads? He had to... do it himself...
Once this idea came up, it grew wildly like a vine, instantly dispelling all sleepiness.
No way?
Can't it?
Could it be?
I suddenly opened my eyes, and my heart began to beat wildly in my chest, which was particularly clear in the silent room.
I suddenly called out his name: "Gin."
"Hmm?" I heard his low response from above me, the hand on my stomach still warm and steady.
I felt my throat tighten, but I mustered my courage. In the dim light, I raised the question I should have realized long ago in a voice so clear it was almost abrupt:
"Did I really sleepwalk and crawl into your bed that night?"
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