Chapter 49 Chapter 49 Pure Love Big Brother is Hot
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Gin's tone and choice of words really made my already weak body even weaker.
I tilted my head back, my eyes misted with moisture from that long kiss. My lips were trembling slightly, and my voice was so weak that I could hardly hear it myself: "W-what...?"
What do you mean by how far I can go?
besides……
Help……
He calls me "Good Girl"...
To be honest, although I often acted like a good boy in front of Gin and the others, but with my troublesome personality that could be described as a demon child, I really never thought that Gin would call me "good boy Yingzi", and in that tone that crushed the coldness and left only a hoarse and coaxing tone.
Daddy... Is this my destined Daddy?
But the question is, to what extent does Gin want me to "achieve" this?
Are you asking me to...sleep with him on my own initiative?
!!!
Can I really???
Almost instantly, my almond-shaped eyes, which were originally filled with moisture, suddenly lit up, flashing with an almost wolf-like green light, and I didn't even care about my body that was just shattered by his kiss.
I subconsciously licked my still slightly swollen lips, where his hot breath still lingered. I became eager to try again. "Can I, can I really do this?"
Gin's eyes darkened. He put one arm around my waist, but leaned back into the sofa in a relaxed manner, looking at me leisurely. His posture was like a lazy cheetah, waiting for its prey to fall into its trap.
"Come on." He uttered two words, brief but full of endless hints and indulgence.
this?
Just like that?
How can this be done?
I blinked blankly and gestured helplessly in the air with my hands.
I don't know what he is gesturing.
Well, even though my mind was full of inappropriate thoughts about Gin and yellow garbage, I really didn't know how to play out this face-to-face position. This kind of face-to-face position, my lack of practical experience, was even more lacking.
It can't be that thing, right?
Is it such a big deal for the first time?
I feel a little bit homesick... No, it should be said that it is like Ye Gong's love for dragons and Ying Gong's love for the zither.
I subconsciously adjusted my posture, trying to find a more comfortable and safer one. But when I adjusted, I inevitably had to move a little, and even though Gin's hand was holding me firmly, I still habitually used my palm to support myself on the sofa beside him.
Then, when I pulled my hand back...
Extremely accidentally, I lightly brushed past a certain... indescribable area, whose presence and threat were even clearly perceptible.
My face changed instantly, and the blood seemed to rush to my head.
Gin's expression changed faster than mine. His already deep eyes instantly turned dark ink-black, and then he picked me up.
How to describe this posture?
It wasn't a princess hug, but the way a father hugs his young daughter, with me sitting sideways on one of his strong arms, my body pressed closely against him.
The feeling of weightlessness brought by the sudden rise in the air made me instinctively stretch out my arms and hug his neck tightly.
I could even clearly feel his soft and elastic chest muscles pressing against mine through my soft sweater... This overly intimate touch made my brain completely shut down for a moment. I had no idea whether to shout for help, obey my instinct and call daddy, or just keep silent and faint from laughter.
Gin picked me up with the same ease as always. He held me up with just one hand. He didn't walk fast at all. I could even feel the swaying friction with every step he took.
I couldn't help it, and a few small and sweet hums escaped from the depths of my throat, like the whimpering of a kitten.
Hearing my unnatural voice, Gin even deliberately raised his hand on my hip...
I felt even worse. My whole body was burning hot and even my toes were curled up in shame.
Before I even reached his room, I was already completely cooked, like a steamed shrimp, and even the joints of my exposed fingertips had turned an alluring pink.
It was not until he gently placed me on the soft big bed and I was surrounded by his familiar, cold breath that I slowly came to my senses and looked at him with a pair of almond-shaped eyes that were wet with moisture, dazed and at a loss.
Gin's Adam's apple rolled violently, and his eyes darkened terribly. He then leaned over, and his slightly cool palm landed on me with undeniable strength.
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To celebrate Christmas Eve, I wore a red and green Christmas sweater. Since I'm always afraid of the cold and getting rheumatoid arthritis as I get older, I also wore a fleece-lined leg-baring sweater underneath my skirt.
I was very careful when putting them on, afraid my nails would scratch the realistic silk stockings, and it took me a long time to put them on and iron them. But when Gin took them off, he showed no mercy at all, his movements were quick and decisive, even a bit impatient and unyielding.
"I spent a long time choosing a pair of prosthetic legs." I stretched my neck in pain, wanting to take a look at the bare leg artifact that Gin had casually thrown on the ground, as reluctant to part with it as I wanted to observe a moment of silence for it.
Finding it annoying that I was still so concerned about my clothes, Gin grabbed my chin and kissed me without further ado, silencing all my unfinished mumbling and complaints. His masculine scent filled the air: "I'll buy you new ones."
That's fine, but it seems like I'm originally using Gin's card?
My chaotic thoughts were like being caught in a gentle whirlpool, floating up and down. It was not until a strange and strong stimulation hit me that I suddenly woke up from the haze.
"Ugh!" I whimpered uncontrollably, my body trembling slightly as if it had been electrocuted, my fingers scratching randomly unconsciously, and I began to kick around, but he easily stopped me.
I looked like a kitten whose nails hadn't even grown hard yet. Gin's struggles probably didn't even amount to a tickle. He easily grasped my two restless wrists with one hand, while his other hand continued its movements, even carrying a disturbing, exploratory tone.
This feeling was too unfamiliar, like an uncontrolled tide, surging in waves, carrying with it indescribable torment, yet also concealing a shuddering emptiness that yearned for more...
At first, I could still manage some intermittent gasps, mixed with incoherent syllables that even I couldn't make out. Eventually, I completely lost my voice and could only breathe with difficulty, my mouth slightly open, like a fish out of water.
My hands clenched in vain, then loosened helplessly. I gazed upwards, the ceiling light casting a hazy glow that blinded my already hazy eyes. Or perhaps, I looked down... at Gin, who was leaning over me, gazing deeper. His dark green pupils, etched in the shadows, seemed even darker, their gaze fixed on me, as if capturing my every reaction.
"Tell me." His low, hoarse voice struck my buzzing eardrums. It took me a lot of effort to piece together those syllables into a sentence that my brain could understand. "Are you in love with me?"
"Uh...ah?" I swallowed hard, my confused brain like a rusty gear, struggling to digest his sudden question.
Are you in love with him?
ah?
Gin...why do you suddenly ask me this at this time?
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Without waiting for my affirmative answer, Gin...
Gin! He actually stopped at this moment!
I was really... completely shocked, my mind went blank.
Is he still human?
Can you stop at this time?
I'm so stupid!
It was like the pause button was pressed, leaving only the violent heartbeat and lingering desire colliding in vain within the body.
"No...no?" The unbearable emptiness deep within my body and the extreme discomfort brought by the sudden interruption instantly brought my mood to the bottom. My tone was tinged with disbelief and a hint of grievance. I looked up at the silver-haired man hovering above me. A few strands of hair on his forehead were damp with sweat, which only made his dark green pupils look even darker.
"Just because...Is it because I didn't tell you I love you the first time?"
I couldn't believe it: "Gin, are you still such a pure person?"
What is this?
Is the innocent brother hot?
Who would believe it if I told others?
Gin still said nothing, just stared at me silently. His eyes were so complicated that it made people uneasy, as if he was examining something, and at the same time, as if he was trying hard to restrain something.
This feeling of being in suspense, completely exposed to his gaze, was too humiliating. Even though the heat was on full blast and a thin layer of sweat was forming on my skin, I couldn't help but shudder. With great effort, I pulled up the corner of the duvet that was pressed against me and covered myself with it.
My eyes swept across his well-defined chest and the few light red marks left by my scratches. I gritted my teeth and asked, "Gin, are you not able to do it?"
Phew, I feel relieved after saying it out!
…
No way.
Although I did have some intentional provocation and provocation in that, but...
Finally, I was completely drained of all strength, as if every bone in my body had been drained away, and I sank limply into the mattress. Even though we hadn't engaged in a real fight, it felt like my soul had been completely hollowed out, leaving only broken gasps and heavy eyelids that would never open again.
Gin still doesn't want to let me go.
"Feeling good?" His voice was incredibly low and raspy, lazily lazily tinged with a hint of unfinished danger. He lifted me from the messy bed like a pillow and made me sit astride him, pressing tightly against him. Then he grasped my limp wrist, pressed his hot lips against my ear, and whispered, "I'm not done yet."
I couldn't even muster the strength to cry out, my voice was as thin as a thread: "You... go take a cold shower by yourself... Can't you..."
"No." He rejected me harshly, his hot palm guiding my hand, his fingertips caressing the delicate skin of my wrist intentionally or unintentionally, where the feeling of being firmly held by him still lingered.
"With just this little energy... you're still yelling about sleeping with me all day?" He sneered softly, like a mockery, but also like a declaration. "Starting tomorrow, follow me to the training ground."
I couldn't control my true nature and squeezed out a desperate whine from my throat: "Are you still human?"
…
"I...I was wrong..."
Her voice was filled with tears, and she tried to use her remaining strength to retreat, but he held her tightly in his arms and she couldn't move.
…
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Finally, this time it was really the last time. I didn't even have the strength to lift a finger. I was held in his arms obediently, but I still couldn't forget him: "Brother, you haven't been waiting for us to fall in love with each other, right?"
I still have to say, this doesn't look like gin at all!
Who would believe it if I told them? Repeat!
Gin kissed the top of my head incredibly gently, his tone full of his usual disdain: "You're overthinking it. I'm just not interested in sleeping with idiots."
The corner of my mouth twitched: "Do I need to remind you what happened just now and what is happening now?"
"So you have to be smart and react sooner."
What does "react early" mean?
Gin speaks really strangely.
However, when I woke up, I realized that what Gin meant was that I only had the ability to react and love him.
In other words, he wouldn't give me a chance to stop loving him.
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