Chapter 46 Chapter 46 "On my bed."
139.
I just don’t believe that Gin can beat me in public!
...Well, he won't hit me, but...
Woo woo woo, you might as well beat me up!
Gin's arms locked around my waist like an iron hoop, half dragging, half carrying me down the hospital corridor. The familiar smell of disinfectant completely overwhelmed his body. I struggled in vain, like a cat being strangled by the scruff of the neck.
The gazes of the people around me pierced me like needles, and whispers drifted in faintly. I wanted to bury my face in the fabric of his black windbreaker, but he walked on with his long legs, unconcerned. Apparently annoyed that my stumbling speed was hindering our evacuation, he leaned over and, with a single hand, scooped me off the ground.
The world spun around me, and I could only frantically grab his neck with my uninjured right hand to steady myself. Through the fabric, the lines of taut muscle beneath my hand were clearly visible, revealing a terrifying power.
In this regard, I can only say that the eldest brother is worthy of being the eldest brother, he is very strong.
It's easier for me to carry one than a case of wine.
Damn it! My lifelong reputation as Kaimen Yingzi is ruined in an instant! With so many people in the hospital, are they just going to watch Gin carry me away like a shopping bag? Then wouldn't I... Oh, yeah, I don't think I had a reputation for being brilliant in the Black Organization to begin with.
That's okay.
So, before I even got home, my anger had subsided. By the time I was shoved into the passenger seat of the Porsche, I had returned to my carefree self and even started to demand, "Brother, I want some donuts from that shop around the corner!"
Gin tilted his head and glanced at my bandaged left shoulder. "You're getting out of the car to buy donuts like this?"
"Huh? Big Brother, you don't want me to drag my sick body out of the car to buy donuts?" I blinked my round almond eyes deliberately and shook my head. "I'm bravely wounded for the Black Organization!"
As I said this, I didn't forget to twist my shoulder which was wrapped in a white bandage.
Gin raised an eyebrow: "So?"
"So I deserve a bag of donuts?" I leaned in closer and put on my biggest smile, even giving my face dimples.
"You mean," he said slowly, his dark green pupils looking particularly deep in the light, "for me to buy it for you?"
I chuckled and looked into Gin's eyes...big eyes, and my smile became even more flattering.
Gin stared at me for a long while. Perhaps defeated by my shamelessness, he stopped the car with a cold face and said, "Stay still."
I couldn't help laughing, and even leaned against the car window and yelled, "Brother, I want chocolate and strawberry flavors! If there are any new flavors, please give me all in!"
I held the car window with my uninjured hand, looking at Gin's back as he was too lazy to turn around and respond to me. I don't know why, but I suddenly thought of the night when I was injured.
I also leaned against the car window to watch Gin, and Gin left without looking back...
Well, it's still different. For example, this time Gin is not heading to a dangerous place, but to buy love donuts for his number one little sister!
140.
Gin naturally didn't bother to pay attention to my corny expression "love donuts". He followed me into the house with a cold face, even though I was so happy that I wanted to jump for joy but my wound was really painful.
After washing my hands, I couldn't wait to eat, but when I opened the package with one hand and picked up a pink donut, just before putting it in my mouth, my dog-leg instinct that was deeply rooted in my bones suddenly awakened.
I turned around, holding the donut high in my right hand, trying to pass it to Gin's mouth. I even subconsciously imitated the feeding action and opened my mouth exaggeratedly: "This precious first bite is for my beloved big brother, big brother, ah——"
Gin would definitely despise this childish action, which is like feeding a child.
I was ready for him to push my claws away.
He certainly didn't eat it. But he raised his hand, took the donut from me, and then... accurately stuffed it into my mouth, which I had forgotten to close due to surprise, completely blocking all my unfinished flattery.
I subconsciously used my good hand to hold the precious donut next to my mouth. After finally freeing my mouth, I was about to mutter a complaint, but I saw Gin had stood up from the sofa again.
It was only then that I suddenly realized that Gin had not taken off his black windbreaker since he entered the house, as if he had never planned to stay long.
Suddenly I had a premonition, so I asked, the excitement in my voice disappeared, and with a hint of hesitation: "Brother, are you still going out?"
"Ah." He nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly, his voice as cold as ever. "I've told Vodka to come and take care of you. Vermouth has prepared some easy-to-wear clothes for you and put them in your room today."
Gin used the word "today", so Gin only came back this morning? I really wasn't dreaming?
This means that Gin only took one day to complete the task and then flew back overnight?
Once again realizing that Gin is truly a god, I widened my eyes in shock.
So Gin is going out now, is he going to continue to complete the mission?
still……
I suddenly remembered the words that floated into my ears when I woke up and left the room. I didn’t hear the rest of the words clearly, only the last sentence "I will take the punishment myself".
My expression changed instantly.
Gin's business capabilities are naturally beyond words. In all this time, I've never seen him fail a mission. Furthermore, even if Edogawa Conan appeared in the future and thwarted the Black Organization's actions many times, it's not as if Gin had completely failed to achieve his goals.
It is said that outstanding people will face greater questioning once they make mistakes, so could it be that the Black Organization wants to punish Gin Bar?
But what did Gin do wrong? He only went to the United States to deal with the undercover in the Black Organization. Even if there was a problem in the cooperation with that organization, I believe Gin must have solved everything! Otherwise, according to his usual temperament, he would not come back like this.
So, why should Gin be punished?
...How should we punish Gin again?
My expression became worse and worse, and Gin could easily read my expression and even more easily infer my psychology.
"Did you hear that?" His deep voice broke the silence.
My brows furrowed, worry practically spilling out. "Brother, is the organization punishing you for not completing the mission?"
Gin didn't answer immediately, but just looked at me silently with his dark green eyes, but the emotions churning in his eyes were not calm.
I got even more anxious and stood up. Even with the donut in my hand, I waved my hand angrily. "Why should I punish you? It's not like we didn't do our job well. Isn't it normal for bad guys to attack us mid-process? We didn't suffer any loss!"
Even if Vermouth was injured... But for someone from the Black Organization, getting injured is normal! Vermouth's recovery ability is amazing. I still have to bandage my left side and can't move at all, but Vermouth can still continue filming and doing missions with Gin as if nothing happened.
I really didn’t suffer any loss!
Gin looked at my face which was flushed with anger and the way I was waving the donuts, and suddenly he laughed very softly, with an indescribable complex meaning in his laughter.
I was confused: "Brother?"
"There's no way I can vent my anger on you. I was just overthinking it before." Gin's voice was too soft for me to hear clearly, and I couldn't understand the self-mockery that flashed across his face.
I could only double back in confusion: “Huh?”
"It's nothing, it's okay, it's indeed my mistake." He rarely mocked my slowness, but instead reached out and rubbed the top of my head.
I wanted to ask: "But..."
All the voices stopped abruptly.
I was completely stunned.
Because Gin continued to stroke my hair, but suddenly leaned closer without any warning.
A light and soft touch, like the brush of a feather, imprinted on my lips.
Instantly separate.
He even took the opportunity to gently peck away the donut crumbs that were stuck on my lips, which were invisible unless you looked closely.
141.
"Eiko?"
"Eiko?"
"Eiko?"
I glared at him angrily, "Hey, Vodka, you're so annoying! What's the matter?"
Vodka's tone was filled with genuine confusion: "Your face is so red, do you want me to turn down the air conditioner?"
I:"……"
"Eiko?"
"Shut up!"
Vodka kept quiet for a few seconds, then lowered his head and couldn't help complaining: "You looked like a big brother just now, you scared me."
Me: “…Are the donuts my brother bought still not enough to keep you quiet?”
Vodka kept quiet for a few seconds while eating his donuts, then asked again, "Did you catch a cold at the hospital?"
I rolled my eyes speechlessly.
Vodka obviously didn't get my silent signal and continued his linear diagnosis, asking with concern: "Is the wound hurting again?"
I was really at my wit's end. I collapsed listlessly on the soft sofa, feeling my temples throbbing. "The wound doesn't hurt, it's just my headache."
Upon hearing this, Vodka immediately confirmed in a tone of "as expected," "It seems the cold is still contagious."
I couldn't stand it any longer! I grabbed the pillow in my arms and smashed it hard against that square head. "What kind of cold is that? I'm mad at you! Shut up!!!"
Vodka was confused: "What's wrong with me?"
There's no hope. Let's carry it away...
142.
The vodka was left just before I went to bed.
The wound still ached slightly. I hesitated for a moment, then popped a painkiller in my mouth. Side effects are common, but being able to sleep was more important.
My sleeping posture is really not very good. I like to sleep with something in my arms and especially like to lie on my side. I even roll around in my sleep. I have a clear mind, so after the injury, I naturally reminded myself to be honest, but my body always has its own ideas after sleeping.
So even though I was injured only two days ago, I've already gotten used to being woken up by the pain from my own tossing and turning, and then adjusting my posture in a daze and falling back asleep.
But this time, I woke up not because of pain, but...
The sudden feeling of weightlessness in the air, and the soft touch of returning to the mattress.
as well as……
The security of a familiar embrace.
I struggled to pry open my glued eyelids, and a wisp of long hair darted into my hazy vision. Subconsciously, my good right hand reached up and gently grasped a few strands of cool, smooth hair.
This kind of long hair...
My voice floated out from my throat weakly, thick with sleepiness: "Brother?"
A low, whispered response came from above his head, followed by a low, inquiring question: "Did it touch your wound?"
Sleep...Okay, sleep...Just before my consciousness was about to sink into darkness again, I suddenly struggled to regain consciousness. My right hand subconsciously clenched his slender fingers as he was about to pull away: "Brother...why did you come back just now?"
He seemed to bend down in response to my strength, saving me the trouble of raising my hands. In the darkness, I could only barely make out the chiseled line of his jaw.
I squinted my eyes with all my strength, trying to see him clearly in the dim light. My voice was filled with worry that even sleepiness couldn't hide. "Are you hurt? ...How did they...punish you?"
Gin was silent for a moment, perhaps realizing that I wouldn't sleep peacefully without an answer, so he gently shook my hand and said simply, "You didn't punish me."
"Really?" My question was as light as a dream talk.
"Um."
Gin wouldn't lie to me. This realization instantly relaxed my tense nerves.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and my fingers loosened. But just before completely letting go, I dazedly grabbed them again, and another confusion emerged: "So... where am I now?"
"I'm in my bed." His voice was low and steady, carrying a reassuring charm. "Go to sleep. I'll be back soon."
After getting all the answers, I finally gave up resisting the deep sleepiness and fell into a deep dream. However, just before consciousness completely lost consciousness, a belated thought slowly floated through my mind -
Eh? Gin...why did you bring me to his bed?
Is it the same as before in the US, because I am in pain that he takes care of me? But the pain from the wound is not the same as menstrual pain, and it can't be relieved by just his hands?
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