Chapter 41 Chapter 41 (5k nutrient solution plus more) Ying Zijing...
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I actually spent the whole night thinking about how to scare Vodka the next day.
Is it more fun to say it out loud and scare Vodka, or is it more fun to keep quiet and have close contact with Gin in front of Vodka?
It's really hard to decide. It's hard to tell which one is more refreshing. Vodka will scare me more, and I'm also afraid of the dull effect of vodka...
Honestly, before this incident, I never imagined Vodka could be so... uh, hard to describe, or it would be a bit presumptuous. While Vodka's vigilance is certainly less than Gin's, and he's often passed on information to the Red Team in the anime, he's still a member of the Black Organization after all! Gin's top lieutenant! When I was first assigned to the bar, he made me jump and jump, too. And even when they first arrived in America and found themselves without a place to stay, Vodka still exuded that same dangerous, dark aura.
How come this...
Tsk, I feel like if I tell him directly, he'll think I'm joking and ruining Gin's reputation again, or... cough, I even suspect that if Gin and I kiss in front of him, he'll just think that Gin spoils me too much.
It's not that I don't trust Vodka, it's just that he's been overly rationalizing my interactions with Gin. If you think about it, we're both full of loopholes in front of him. Even Vermouth can see it, but he hasn't noticed even though he's with us every day...
Hard to say.
Of course, I didn’t come up with any results from my thinking, probably because I was too sleepy. I said I thought about it all night, but in fact it was only a few minutes because I fell asleep quickly.
I often wonder, am I just used to being in my bed or am I insecure? Maybe the latter is more likely, so Gin's photos are very useful to me, so I can always fall asleep quickly when Gin is at home, so in Gin's arms, I fall asleep without even struggling for a few seconds.
When I woke up again, Gin was no longer in bed. There was a pillow stuffed in my arms, and his scent seemed to still linger on it.
I rolled around on the bed with the pillow in my arms, closing my eyes and trying to relax for a while, but then I heard intermittent voices coming from the living room through the door.
Five-star hotel, presidential suite, this is the soundproofing?
No wonder Gin said he heard me calling in the middle of the night. Even though there was a huge living room and study area between his room and mine, given Gin's keen hearing and the crappy sound insulation, it was reasonable for Gin to be unable to sleep because of my noise.
No, no, I don't want this kind of realistic and boring rationalization.
Gin must care about me too much (?), feel sorry for me too much (??), so he can sense that I am not feeling well and come to take care of me - well, forget it, I feel sick just thinking about it.
To use Gin's usual words, which he also said last night, "I'm going to throw up."
I yawned lazily and then sat up, hugging my pillow. I lay on the edge of the bed for a while, then slowly moved to the bathroom to wash up.
Well, looks, check!
Sleep is indeed the best beauty!
As a result, I just opened the door and raised my hand to say hello to Vermouth who was sitting on the sofa, but Gin's eyes shot over to me, frowning unhappily: "Go back."
Me: “Huh?”
“Pfft, Gin might mean that we can’t just come out like this~” Vermouth covered her lips and smiled, “It’s my fault too, I bought all these pajamas for the little cutie.”
I was even more confused, my eyes darting back and forth between Gin with a frosty face, Vermouth who looked like she was enjoying the show, and... uh, Vodka who was even more confused than me and seemed completely out of his mind.
Without giving me more time to react, Gin stood up, strode towards me, and stretched out his hand without hesitation. His calloused palm grasped my shoulders with unquestionable strength, and he half-forced me back to the second bedroom.
The moment I subconsciously struggled to glance back, Vermouth's eyes were curved into crescents with a smile, and Vodka... Never mind, let's not mention his expression.
This contrast made me unable to help but whisper to Gin in a low voice after he closed the door: "Speaking of which, big brother?"
I tapped my temples lightly with my index finger, my tone filled with sincere concern: "Vodka, here..."
That’s all I have to say. Those who understand will understand.
Gin let out a low sneer from his throat, and his warm big hand wrapped around my fingertips that were touching his temples, gently took it off, and held it in his palm.
The dryness and burning heat of his palms formed a stark contrast to the words he was uttering: "You're still talking about him?"
Where did this come from?
Gin is too protective of Vodka!!!
I glared at him angrily, trying to convey my dissatisfaction with my eyes: "Brother, this is not right."
He raised his voice slightly, with a hint of danger: "Hmm?"
"A kind word can warm you through three winter months, but harsh words can hurt you through six months." I shook my head and sighed, pretending to be profound. "I was clearly concerned about Vodka, but you attacked me with your words. Do I need to remind you whose bed you've been in these past two days? You should be nicer to me!"
Gin's reaction was absolutely heartless. Instead of offering any assurances that he'd treat me better, he gave me a look that was hard to describe.
Doesn't he think he's been good enough to me?
It’s not enough, far from enough. For example, when Vodka and I quarrel, he scolds both of us equally and doesn’t take sides with me. For another example, when I hinted that he should nourish his brain with Vodka, he attacked me for not having a good brain. For another example, he still refuses to let me sleep with him!!!
The last point is especially important!
Okay, maybe my current physical condition is really not suitable for sleeping with him.
I puffed my cheeks angrily and decided to forgive him generously for the time being.
I'm such an easy-to-please girl, I can even pamper myself, unbelievable!
I was so immersed in praising myself that I didn't notice that Gin had quietly pulled me in front of the mirror.
It wasn't until his chin rested lightly on my bare shoulder and his warm breath brushed my ear that I suddenly came back to my senses. My eyes focused and I saw the scene in the mirror -
The man's tall, imposing figure pressed closely behind me, almost completely enveloping me. One hand rested loosely below my collarbone, with an unmistakable sense of possession, while the other held my waist firmly. I, clad in a red silk slip dress, the delicate fabric embellishing my curves and accentuating the whiteness of my exposed skin. I stared through the mirror, my bewildered, frightened eyes meeting the deep, dark green eyes behind me.
Gin tilted his head slightly, his thin lips almost touching my ear bone, his voice low, yet with a hint of dangerous interrogation: "Are you planning to leave like this?"
His eyes slowly and penetratingly scanned my reflection in the mirror, and finally, as if fixed on a solid object, they fixed on the uncovered area of skin on my collarbone and chest that was exposed to the air.
You can still see a faint red color on it. It was caused by Gin biting it when he was angry last night. Although the bite was not severe and a night had passed, the faint red color can still be seen.
But I'm prepared. If anyone asks, I'll just say I scratched it myself, and I don't think anyone will ask. Vermouth and Vodka both know how fragile my skin is. Even if I hadn't had that incident with Gin, I would often scratch myself and get red marks.
I forced myself to remain calm and said, "What's wrong? There's no one here, we're all family."
Vermouth, female, one of us.
Vodka, male, but more of a family member.
What's wrong with me coming out in a nightgown?
Besides——
"I don't have any other clothes. I can't just put on a bathrobe, right?"
He raised his eyebrows, his tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of helplessness: "Didn't you see the clothes I put on the bed for you?"
"You even put clothes in there for me?" I was really shocked this time. "Brother, you are really my father, right? You take care of me so well!"
Before he finished speaking, the temperature of the air around him dropped sharply.
Gin: "...Say it again?"
The voice was so cold that it could crack a mirror.
I instantly realized I had said something wrong, and suddenly raised my hand to cover my mouth, my eyes widening: "Ahhhhh, I was wrong, you treated me like I didn't say anything!!!"
I was so proud, I was really proud! I used to just imagine it, secretly thinking about it in my head or whispering it to Vermouth and the others, but I never dared to say it to Gin's face.
Gin wouldn't think that I think he's old because of his hair, right?
I was so nervous that I let out a pitiful, meaningless hum from my throat. I could almost feel the cold murderous aura emanating from his body, growing thicker and thicker… Just when I was about to give up, Vermouth’s knock on the door sounded like heavenly music—
"Ahem, are you guys okay?"
120.
Thank you, Sister Bei, for saving my life!
Gin finally let me go and told me to change my clothes and come out, but the cold look he gave me before closing the door...
I subconsciously covered my neck when I saw it.
It's so scary. I feel like he's going to settle the score with me after Vermouth leaves.
No, this can't happen...
I must make some more mistakes, let Gin teach me a lesson, and then I can get over this. I have used this trick to distract Gin many times before, and it works every time.
I changed my clothes quickly, and when my eyes fell on the bathrobe on the ground, I thought again and again, and finally picked it up like a guilty thief and threw it into the dirty clothes basket.
Please, don’t let Vermouth or Vodka see this. The big brother has to have dignity, and the sisters have to have more dignity.
121.
Vermouth had come on business, but she also wanted to check on me after days of coma. She carefully scanned my body several times, her gaze lingering delicately on the faint red mark on my collarbone. Then, with a meaningful glance at Gin beside her, she smiled and asked me to sit next to her.
Tsk, I feel like she's seen something again.
Vermouth, so terrifying!
Vodka... never mind.
I immediately put aside the guilty feeling of being seen through, trotted over happily, sat down next to Vermouth, hugged her arms affectionately, and leaned my head on her shoulder dependently.
Hmm, it's a bit cold.
Stick to me more, sister Bei is so warm! I rubbed my cheek against her shoulder.
Vermouth smiled and hugged me in her arms before continuing with the business.
For a moment, the only voice in the living room was her calm and clear narration.
Gin came this time not only because the American organization had infiltrated the FBI, causing the first meeting to fail, but also because it seemed that a rat had infiltrated the Black Organization.
As we all know, Gin can be said to be the captain of the rat catching team, the kind that can travel all over the world to catch rats.
They quickly finalized the next plan of action, which involved me less than before. At least before catching the rat inside the Black Organization, Gin and Vermouth would not allow me to be exposed to the two organizations and the FBI again.
After finishing the business, Vermouth had to film a night scene, so she gave me a reluctant pat and left. Before leaving, she sent Vodka away, saying that there was something else that needed to be taken care of at the hotel. Obviously, Gin couldn't handle such a small matter personally, and since I didn't speak English and was not feeling well, the only one who could go was Vodka.
"Is there a vacant room to move to?"
Listening to the footsteps of Vermouth and Vodka fading away, the door closed with a soft click, and suddenly only Gin and I were left in the living room.
He simply glanced at me, not even saying a word, but I instantly understood his expression. I got off the sofa and climbed onto his, skillfully rolling into his open arms and finding a comfortable spot on his broad chest.
As soon as I adjusted my posture, the screen of Gin's mobile phone placed beside him lit up and made a short "ding" sound, indicating that an encrypted email had been delivered.
Gin wrapped one arm around me, the other hand on his phone, working on something. I glanced at the screen quickly before obediently looking away, concentrating on being a quiet human pillow, playing with a strand of his cool, silver hair that fell to my hand.
After efficiently processing the email, Gin lowered his eyes to look at me, who was unusually well-behaved in his arms. A playful smile curved up the corners of his hard lips: "So well-behaved?"
"Brother, I have always been a good boy, okay?" I looked at him sideways, raising the dimple on my lips.
Gin's dark green eyes suddenly darkened. He lowered his head and slowly approached me.
Having done this so many times, I was familiar with it. I knew what he was going to do, and my heart beat uncontrollably faster, mixed with anticipation and a hint of familiar nervousness. I obediently closed my eyes and tilted my head slightly upwards.
"drop!"
A crisp electronic sound suddenly broke the beautiful and quiet air in the living room.
Although I'd already decided to tell Vodka about it, my reflexes took over. I swooped out of Gin's arms, leaped off the sofa, and sprinted back to the second bedroom with lightning speed. My movements were so smooth and effortless, it was painfully familiar.
"Hey, Yingzi, are you still feeling unwell?" Vodka, who had pushed the door open, didn't see me in the living room and naturally assumed I'd returned to bed, mumbling out of habit. Then, his gaze finally landed on the de-escalating older brother on the sofa, and he noticed something extremely unusual... He hesitated, his voice filled with immense confusion and a hint of cautious probing. "Brother, you?"
Silence.
A few seconds later.
"Open the door, Yingzi!"
I huddled in the quilt, my body shaking.
What's wrong? Why are you calling me by my full name again?
Haven't you heard the saying, "When Yingzi is quiet, she must be up to something?"
Besides, I just braided a lock of Gin's hair into a pigtail, so what?
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The author has something to say: This is so sweet, is it me who wrote it? I hope no one will feel sick of it. It just looks a little sticky. There are still many things unresolved. Don't elbow--
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Hmm... today... I won't... I'll have to spend 10,000 yuan indirectly, right? Can the nutrient solution really reach 6,000 yuan so quickly?
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