Chapter 42 Chapter 42 Have you said thank you?
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In the second bedroom of the presidential suite, light was filtered by the heavy velvet curtains, leaving only a hazy, almost ambiguous gloom, revealing an oppressive feeling of impending storm.
It may also be my psychological illusion, because in the artificial darkness under the quilt, I can only smell the scent of the fragrance in the room and the scent of the hotel's own shower gel on my body.
So the question is, why am I hiding under the covers? If I had offended Gin severely, and offended Gin twice, I would like to call this moment the strange story of the world rules -
Don't show the quilt.
It's dangerous outside the quilt! (Convinced)
Especially in this situation.
I can already hear Gin's footsteps!
I was in a hurry when I ran in, and the door was not closed at all. He pushed it open lightly and was walking towards me now.
I should have locked the door earlier. Even though I can't stop Gin, at least I can delay him for a while.
Danger danger danger!
Ah~ Long time no see~ When you saw me appear~ No, why am I singing in my heart again? Is this the time to sing, Kaimen Yingzi? !
"Um, big brother? Don't be too angry. Yingzi didn't mean it." Vodka's deep voice came through the door. He hadn't left yet, even trying to bang on the door to stop the fight. He hesitated, then clumsily amended his statement, "She probably didn't mean it."
I:"……"
Thank you, Vodka!
Vodka, are you really trying to plead for me out of kindness? If you don't want to say it, you don't have to!
"Brother, you can give her a lesson, but don't really hit her." Vodka, who meant well but ended up doing something bad, seemed to have imagined something in his mind, and added worriedly, "It's better not to do anything about that. Yingzi's health isn't right right now..."
Gin had only one word for this: "Get lost."
Then, Vodka really… left. The footsteps faded away without a trace of nostalgia.
No, he's leaving now? Is this even a perfunctory plea? He doesn't even struggle? Is this the end of my relationship with Vodka?
My eyes widened in disbelief, and my body wrapped in the quilt froze slightly in shock.
Then, my body, kneeling under the quilt, trembled, as if an invisible hand had strangled my breath. As if sensing the silver-haired man's figure getting closer, I trembled and curled myself into an even smaller ball.
By the way, I held the quilt even tighter, vowing to live and die with it.
"Come out." His voice fell from above his head. No emotion could be heard in it, but it was more heart-wrenching than a roar.
I shook my head.
Gin seemed unable to notice that I was shaking my head? So my voice came out of my throat weak and thin, like a frightened little animal whimpering from its throat: "I don't."
"Come out." This time the order carried unquestionable force.
"No." I shook my head frantically.
My patience is exhausted. Gin starts to grab the quilt! I swear to death that I will not obey -
Just kidding, I still have to stay alive, and there's no way I can snatch it from Gin.
He easily and even with a bit of disgust completely lifted up my precious quilt and threw it onto the carpet under the bed.
Suddenly without shelter, the cool air caused tiny bumps to form on my skin. I raised my head in embarrassment, my long, messy hair obscuring my vision. Through the gaps in my hair, I saw Gin kneeling on the edge of the bed beside me, leaning forward, looking down at me with an oppressive attitude. The corners of his lips were tense, and his jawline was as tense as a fully drawn bow.
That look...
Woo woo woo I don’t even dare to look at you.
I raised my eyes cautiously, and when they met his shoulder, they quickly dropped as if burned, my heart beating so wildly that it almost burst out of my chest.
But let me be honest, my braids are gorgeous! I stole a glance at his long, silvery hair, which fell over his shoulder. The braid I had carefully woven remained perfectly in place. The lines were smooth, the tension was just right, a true work of art.
This is the first time I braid hair for someone, no, for a living person. Gin's hair is smooth and cool like fine silk, and feels much better than the wigs of Barbie dolls.
Ah, talking about this makes me angry! I also bought Gin's shampoo, and he never opened the conditioner I bought for him. They're the same brand as mine, but his has no scent, while mine has a fragrance.
Then! Why! His hair! Is better than mine!
Is a paper man so great? Why? Look in my eyes! Tell me!
My thoughts wandered uncontrollably again until I heard a cold, penetrating sneer escape from his throat.
I shuddered with fear again, my will to survive instantly overwhelmed. Taking advantage of this kneeling position facing the mattress, I simply did a standard squat, resting my forehead on the soft sheets, and muffled my voice: "Private Marseille! Big Brother, I—"
Before I could finish my words, Gin pulled my arm and asked me to stand up: "Get up."
I quickly pout, my lips pursed, and my eyes instantly filled with tears. My acting was top-notch: "Brother, I was wrong! I shouldn't have been bored braiding your braids while you were busy. I'll untie them for you now!"
After saying that, without waiting for Gin to react, I took advantage of the force with which he was holding my arm and pounced on him, stretching out my other claw to grab his hair, trying to make up for my mistake.
Gin didn't let go of my wrist, instead pulling my arm away from his body. He suddenly leaned in closer to me, his handsome yet stern face instantly magnified before my eyes, a vortex swirling in the depths of his dark green pupils.
"Is that the only mistake?" His low voice brushed against my eardrums, carrying a cold interrogation tone.
Why is he still holding a grudge? How come he hasn't forgotten that I called him dad?
This is not right, this is not right with the development of the previous story!!!
My face immediately turned into one of horror, and my pupils trembled.
"Then, after I untie your hair, I'll wash it for you? And give it a massage? I promise I'll blow-dry it after washing! I also have hair oil..."
Gin's hand that was holding my wrist suddenly pulled hard! I screamed, completely lost my balance, and fell directly onto him.
Bang!
A crisp but not too loud sound was heard, accompanied by a slap that was not painful but very noticeable, and it suddenly came from behind me!
I was completely stunned, my mind blanked for a second before I realized what was happening—he, he actually spanked me?!
Well, it's not the first time, but...
It feels different.
"Ouch!" A cry of pain escaped my lips belatedly. It wasn't actually painful, more from shock and shame, but the skill of playing the victim had already been ingrained into my bones. My acting spirit immediately took over, tears welling up in my eyes as I howled, "It hurts! It hurts so much, big brother! Stop it! I really know I was wrong! Ouch..."
I twisted and turned to try to break free, but he used his knees and one hand to hold me firmly in a prone position, preventing me from moving at all.
From above, Gin let out a cold, mocking sneer. He leaned over, his hot breath spraying on the sensitive shell of my ear and the back of my neck. Every word he uttered seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of dangerous playfulness:
"Can't you bear it?"
He paused deliberately, the palm of his other hand still hovering over the part that had just received a slight punishment, with a burning temperature and silent threat.
"My...dear daughter?"
——!!!!!!
He spoke the last three words very heavily, slowly and clearly, like the final judgment, wrapped in strong teasing and some indescribable possessiveness, and slammed down hard!
I was stunned.
In the heart-pounding silence, I moved my lips and finally spoke:
"Uh, thank you?"
123.
——Got spanked by Gin.
——Have you said thank you?
——Said it.
124.
This time it was Gin who was stunned.
He was silent for a long time, but finally gave a startling laugh, mostly to my shock.
This smile made me numb.
Oops, it seems Gin has been defeated by my shamelessness.
Are you going to get mad?
What are you laughing at? This is even scarier than just pulling out a gun.
Confused and terrified, I raised my head from his well-defined abdominal muscles, trying to search his face for any trace of an answer. However, before I could fully raise my head, he grabbed my shoulders.
He didn't push me away out of disgust, but with an irresistible, even rough tenderness, he suddenly lifted me up. I felt dizzy and fell onto his strong and sturdy legs.
I subconsciously tried to see Gin's expression, but he didn't give me the chance. A large hand suddenly grabbed the back of my head, fingertips piercing through my hair, and with a hint of punishment, he pressed me hard towards him.
The next second, his slightly cool thin lips pressed down precisely with unquestionable strength.
It wasn't a gentle kiss.
It's more like a punitive plunder.
His lips and tongue aggressively pried open my jaws, slightly parted by surprise, and penetrated, conquering me. His breath, tinged with the bitterness of tobacco and his unique coldness, nearly deprived me of my breath. It wasn't so much a kiss as a token and a declaration, tinged with a touch of irritation and a mixture of helpless indulgence. I was forced to endure it, my fingertips weakly clutching at the fabric of his chest, my body trembling slightly from the lack of oxygen and the shock.
After a long moment, just as I was about to melt in his arms, he pulled away slightly, his long silver hair brushing against my cheek, sending a slight tingle through my lips. An intimate silver thread tugged between our lips. His forehead rested against mine, his breath still scorching, his dark green eyes, deep and unfathomable, locked tightly with my dazed, hazy gaze.
Then, he lowered his head again and bit my slightly swollen lower lip lightly, with an indescribable sense of control and warning in his action.
Then, his voice became low and hoarse, tinged with a rare touch of emotion from that punishing kiss just now. Mixed with his hot and moist breath, it passed vaguely between my slightly numb lips and teeth like a lingering mist:
"It seems... I should gag you like this next time."
His dark green eyes were so close, like a misty swamp in a deep forest, dangerous yet addictive. They clearly reflected my own out-of-control appearance at that moment, with my eyes glistening and my lips swollen and red.
I couldn't help but mutter in a very low voice: "Yes, next time you will reward me like this..."
Before he could finish his words, the hand clasped around my waist suddenly tightened, and the fingertips of his other hand pinched my chin with a warning. The force wasn't strong, but it was enough to prevent me from escaping his gaze. "Enough is enough."
well.
Just a gin, it can be considered as a good handle~
This realization filled me with a secret sense of pride. I obediently lowered my eyelashes, trying to hide the smile that was about to burst out, but the corners of my mouth lifted uncontrollably, revealing a tiny arc that was full of triumph.
My reaction obviously didn't escape his notice. He loosened his fingers that were pinching my chin and rubbed it with his fingertips instead.
His fingertips seemed to have independent will, slowly moving from my slightly raised chin all the way to finally, gently resting on my lips that were raised because of a smile.
His eyes also sank down, focusing on his lips, which were rubbed red and swollen even more obviously. His eyes were so dark that they seemed to suck my soul in.
The air was so stagnant that you could hear a pin drop.
Then, without warning, he leaned forward again.
This time, it was no longer a punitive plunder, but a short, warm, even gentle kiss, like a feather brushing past, landing precisely on the place where his fingertips had just rested.
Instantly separate.
But it made my heart palpitate and my soul shake more than any other kiss before.
125.
Actually, I really want to say that if Gin continues like this, it will be really hard for me not to think too much.
126.
The next day, I was back to full energy and returned to my job as an assistant to the big star.
The set was still bustling with activity, its massive headlights illuminating the room like daylight, and the air thick with the distinct scent of coffee, makeup, and some kind of plastic prop. I was wearing casual clothes, a hoodie emblazoned with the film's logo, and I was weaving among the various crew members, clutching a stack of newly reviewed notices.
My agent handed me a cup of steaming ginger tea. I took it, and my fingertips were immediately enveloped by warmth. However, I couldn't help but curl my lips and complain quietly, "Another hot drink! It's so hot, I want something iced."
"No," the agent smiled helplessly, but there was a firmness in his eyes that brooked no negotiation. "Sharon specifically told me that you must not touch ice since you've just recovered."
I opened my mouth to argue, but out of the corner of my eye I caught an unusual commotion at the entrance to the studio. Several tall, solemn-looking men in uniforms walked in, their steps in unison, their gazes darting around them. They stood out from the relaxed atmosphere of artistic creation.
"FBI? Why are they here?"
Most of the faces among those people were unfamiliar, but one of them made me hold my breath instantly——
Kamal.
This discovery made my heart sink instinctively.
The last time I saw Kamal was in the park where we were meeting with that American organization. The meeting failed because the other organization had an FBI undercover agent. Kamal thought I was an innocent person and asked me to leave.
Aren’t they here this time also for that organization’s business?
What did they find?
They wouldn't... have already traced it back to Sharon Wynyard, or rather, Vermouth, right?
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