Chapter 47 Chapter 47 (7k nutrient solution plus more) "Compared to...
143.
When I dazedly opened my eyes, the space beside me was empty, leaving only a barely perceptible dent and a temperature that had long since cooled.
I looked down at the long orange carrot pillow in my arms...
This seems to be the carrot on my bed. Because I can hug it and hold it between my arms, it's my favorite pillow lately. Did Gin go to my room specifically to get it, just to free himself and avoid waking up empty-handed?
Once again, I'm moved by Gin's silent thoughtfulness. QAQ This is just as touching as when he stuffed a pillow into my arms when he left the hotel. But...how is this such a coincidence? He also knows that I like hugging this carrot recently?
Oh, or maybe Gin just happened to pick up my new favorite, or maybe he just glanced at my bed and saw what I like? Oh, yes, that's what I slept with last night. Gin probably picked it up along with it.
I struggled to get up from the bed, and just as I sat up, Gin had already pushed open the door.
Against the slightly brighter light from the living room outside the doorframe, Gin's tall figure loomed even taller. He held a medical kit in one hand, his long, silvery hair cascading casually over his shoulders, a few strands falling across his forehead, softening the sternness between his features.
"Awake? Come here, I'll change your dressing."
I obediently moved to the edge of the bed and sat down. He knelt before me, opened the medical kit, and took out iodine, cotton swabs, and gauze. He lowered his head, focusing on the wound on my left shoulder. His slender fingers moved gently but with remarkable certainty as he carefully peeled back the old dressing.
I held my breath, my eyes involuntarily tracing his drooping eyelashes. His incredibly long eyelashes cast a small, faint shadow under his eyes, trembling slightly with his focused gaze.
He was so serious and cautious, as if handling a precious and fragile item, that I was practically jumping for joy. I've always thought Gin was handsome, but now I think he's even more handsome. It's true that serious men are the most handsome.
Especially this kind of serious and gentle look.
He was so handsome that I gasped.
He immediately looked up, his dark green pupils filled with inquiry: "Did it hurt you?"
The "no" that was about to come out of my mouth was swallowed back. My uncontrollable lust once again took over. His movements were so gentle that they were almost painless, but I deliberately pouted and complained in a coquettish tone: "Yes, big brother, you hurt me, I need to stop!"
Gin frowned slightly when he heard this: "Hoo-hoo?"
Memories of watching Taiwanese idol dramas as a child came back to haunt me. I imitated a certain naturally curly heroine by pouting my lips even higher, motioning to him to see, and not forgetting to imitate her charming accent: "That's it, huhu! Huhu the wound, otherwise you..."
My eyes rolled around, and I was about to say, "You can just give me a kiss."
However, before he finished speaking——
Without warning, he suddenly leaned forward.
A slightly cool and soft touch landed on my lips very lightly and quickly.
Instantly separate.
I was completely frozen in place, my mind was blank, and only the fleeting touch of his lips, with his unique scent, was frantically refreshing my mind.
Gin is a really scary man. I found that when he kissed me hard, it was one feeling, but the gentle kiss just now and yesterday's that was just a touch and gone was another feeling.
Who understands the contrast between the warmth and kindness of a cold man...
A faint, almost imperceptible smile flickered across his eyes. He glanced at me, petrified as a goose, and then lowered his eyelids again. He skillfully tied the final bandage, his tone holding a rare, teasing tone: "How is it? Are you satisfied?"
I snapped back to reality, my cheeks flushed, my heart pounding in my throat. Watching him pack the medical kit, I muttered, inexplicably and presumptuously, "What if...what if what I say isn't enough?"
He closed the medical kit, raised his hand and patted the top of my head, neither lightly nor harshly, and gave me the same familiar warning: "Enough is enough."
"There's no way to stop!" I covered the place where I was hit and put my head close to him, trying to find some clues from his expressionless face. "But brother, you deliberately carried me to your bed last night...is it because..."
"Yes." I didn't expect Gin to admit it. I didn't want to hear his reasons at all. "Why don't I let you keep moving around?"
I was even more dumbfounded: "Huh?"
"Yeah." He stood up, looking as if it was a matter of course.
"So you carried me to your bed because you wanted to use me as a human flesh fixator to keep me from moving around?" Remembering the warning I'd received before, I snorted coldly, "Wow, Gin, do you really want to be my dad?"
Before he finished speaking, the air around him suddenly cooled. It wasn't an illusion; the low pressure emanating from him instantly made my hair stand on end. Before I could even regret it, a large hand grasped the back of my neck, forcing me down onto the bed with irresistible force.
Then, a punishing, almost predatory kiss descended upon me, completely silencing all my unfinished complaints and exclamations. This kiss was far deeper than the light, almost whirring, pleasurable kiss from before, imbued with a powerful sense of control and unquestionable power, practically stealing my breath away.
When he finally let me go, I had already collapsed on the sofa, with stars in my eyes, my cheeks burning, and I could only breathe heavily.
However, that’s where it ends.
I have to ask again, is he not capable!!!
144.
It was quite speechless. My injury had healed and I no longer needed him to pin me down every night. I would take the initiative to sleep on Gin's bed every day, and he wouldn't chase me away. Not only that, he would always naturally pull me into his arms, wrapping his arms around my waist and locking me tightly between his chest and the mattress, his grip so strong that it was almost like a prison, as if he was afraid that if he let go, I would disappear.
Basically every time I could sense something was wrong, he would silently let go of me, get up from the bed, and go into the bathroom.
Then came the faint, unsettling sound of a cold shower.
Yes, no matter how much I hinted to him that it would be bad for his health to continue like this, he just wouldn’t let me sleep with him!!!
Gin, is it necessary for you to have such strong self-control?
This really makes me doubt my own charm, how can I fix it?
145.
However, it's worth mentioning that after completely resolving her issues in the United States, the first thing Vermouth did upon returning home was to give me some scar-removing ointment. She said it was a product developed in her organization's laboratory, and after personal testing, she found it to be extremely effective.
The results are truly astonishing. The wound on my shoulder, which doctors couldn't guarantee would leave any marks, is now as smooth as new. Even when I look closely, I can't find any trace of it.
Oh, oh, as for why Gin always finds the spot so accurately, kissing and lingering... that's his problem. Anyway, he just kisses me, the kind that makes me feel weak all over and my eyes water, and then... that's it.
If it wasn't so embarrassing, I would have wanted to ask Vermouth for advice. After all, if I continue like this, I might be the one suffocating myself to death due to desire and dissatisfaction!
Gin's thoughts are really hard to understand, especially hard to understand.
And I have tried it, and even now, when I take the initiative to go after Gin, he still looks murderous, but he neither kills me nor sleeps with me!
Wow, I get angry just thinking about it.
What would make me even more angry is that even if I ran back to my room in anger to sleep, when I woke up I would still be in Gin's bed, and he might even hold me tightly in his arms, but he would not get up and leave early.
Even if I locked the door and blocked it with a chair, it would still be the same.
Is this correct?
Of course, through this incident I once again confirmed that it was Gin who took the initiative to carry me over, and Gin knew that I had locked the door and blocked the door every day before, it must be because he came to my room many times!
abnormal!
Super pervert!
It will return to its original state, it is simply an invincible super abnormality!
I'm just saying this, not as if I want to call the police to arrest Gin, or really treat Gin as a pervert and keep him under guard. After all, Gin can't be a good person, and night raids are nothing to the Black Organization.
not to mention……
Haha, Gin! Won’t! Let! Me! Sleep! With! Him!
146.
This led to my wish on Christmas Eve being just to sleep with Gin.
Even though Santa Claus doesn't exist, what if? We should always have dreams.
On Christmas Eve, everyone else in the bar had the day off, and I put up a "Closed" sign at the door. The reason I did this was because... I invited the Black Organization members who were still in Tokyo today to spend Christmas Eve with me!
People in our organization generally don't have a romantic heart, but I'm different from them, living in a world of uncertainty. Or perhaps it's because I can't wait to celebrate that I take every holiday very seriously. Different holidays have different ways of celebrating, like New Year's Eve with gin and vodka, and Christmas Eve with everyone getting together for a lively party.
Humph, it's because I don't know when my birthday is. Otherwise, I'd have to organize a celebration, celebrating Kaimen Yingzi XX's birthday every year, and then ask them for money. I've been planning this for a long time. What a great way to make money. I'm going to do whatever it takes to expand my coffers.
——After all, I won’t get married in the Black Organization and won’t receive any wedding gifts from them.
——Who should I marry? Gin?
——Forget it, Gin won’t even sleep with me.
It's a shame. I can't collect money under the guise of a wedding, but without a birthday as an excuse, I'm missing a hundred million! And it has to be in US dollars. I have great faith in the Black Organization's financial resources and their love of face. Maybe they can even roll it up.
Alas, it makes me sad to think about it.
When Vodka asked me to go singing together, I had just sent different Christmas greetings to Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei. I guessed that their childhood friends were on duty together and I couldn't send the message to the group directly.
Then someone may ask, since I have already done this with Gin, why do I still have to treat Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda like fish in a pond.
First of all, there is nothing going on between Gin and me. I don’t know what our relationship is, and Gin probably doesn’t know either.
According to the general sense, we should be in a relationship since we not only kiss but also sleep in the same bed every day. As many people have said, I am Gin's lover. But Gin never admits that he likes me. As for me...
However, if we were to follow the usual state of affairs for members of the Black Organization, we could be considered bedfellows. After all, we weren't in love, nor had we truly established a relationship. However, Gin and I didn't actually sleep together; we just slept.
Therefore, there is nothing wrong with me chatting with handsome guys. It is not immoral, not to mention that the guys in our Black Organization have no morals or qualities.
Secondly, how can I call it "fishing" when I'm interacting with the handsome cops? They chat with me because I'm their savior. I chat with them because they're both my favorite paper figures and the Red Team cops. What's wrong with me just trying to improve my impressions?
It's only natural!
Last but not least, I am happy with it.
That’s it, discharged!
I happily took the microphone that Vodka handed me and started to howl with him:
"Yingzi-chan~" Vodka's deep voice came through the microphone.
"Ha!" I responded energetically and jumped a little in cooperation.
"What do you like~"
"I still like you better than chocolate mint~" I winked at him.
Chianti, who was sitting nearby with his hands covering his ears, finally couldn't stand it anymore and stood up suddenly: "Why on earth are we standing here and putting up with these two people going crazy?"
Cohen silently pulled her clothes and asked her to sit down. He glanced cautiously at the silent figure and lowered his voice: "Be quiet, Gin hasn't spoken yet."
Chianti crossed his arms and sneered, "That's because Gin has gone crazy too!"
Gin, with his exceptional hearing, cast an icy gaze like a razor blade, sweeping across Chianti and Cohen. They instantly fell silent, like quails being strangled. Then, his gaze shifted to Vodka and me, who were still enjoying the moment. Without even using a microphone, his deep, oppressive voice cut through the music: "It's so noisy."
Vodka and I froze in a moment, glaring at each other, blaming each other, silently accusing Gin of being angry because he'd led the conversation off-key. In the end, I grinned and shouldered Vodka away, taking the stage back.
I looked at the clock on the wall and pointed. "It seems like it's almost midnight. Hey, I wish everyone—"
"Merry Christmas!" Vodka and I shouted in unison.
"I hope we can spend Christmas Eve together again next year!" I added, looking around at everyone present.
Chianti deadpanned, "I don't want to be dragged here by you again."
I ignored him and continued smiling brightly: "I hope everyone will be safe and sound in the coming year!"
After saying that, I gracefully put down the microphone, looked at Chianti with a smile, and spoke clearly, word for word: "I don't care what you think, I care what I feel."
Humph, Chianti and Cohen will definitely spend Christmas Eve with me again next year!
Oh, yeah, next year I can have three more people in my party? Rye, Bourbon, and Scotland, they'll be online next year, right?
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