Chapter 52 Chapter 52 If you can live like this, we can live like this...
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I've seen this brother before!
Not only in the last life, but also in this life, and even last year!
Yes, this appearance description is really easy to identify. Isn’t he the FBI’s Shuichi Akai who rescued my phone from a thief on the streets of New York last year?
He saved me again this time!
And it was from the hands of a disgusting guy!
This double kindness...
My eyes lit up and I was about to greet him warmly, but before I could say anything, the door of the bar was suddenly pushed open.
When I heard the sound of wind chimes, I subconsciously looked over. It turned out that there was nothing wrong with my action. If I hadn't looked over, something would have happened.
A tall, straight, silver-haired man pushed open the door and entered, seemingly enveloping the bitter cold outside. He wore his signature long black trench coat, the collar slightly open, revealing a dark, high-necked lining beneath. Strands of silver-white hair brushed against his stern profile, and his dark green eyes, like the surface of a frozen lake, carried an invisible sense of oppression as they scanned him. Behind him, as always, followed the burly, sunglasses-wearing Vodka, forever bound to him.
There was no time to acknowledge my kinship. I hurriedly said to Akai Shuichi, or was he already calling him Moroboshi Dai at this point? Anyway, I said thank you to him and hurriedly ran over with the tray in my arms, enthusiastically following Gin's footsteps as he entered. "Good evening, big brother! If you're not feeling well, come with me!"
Gin didn't stop, but just lowered his eyes to glance at me. His gaze passed across my face very quickly, and seemed to stay at a certain point behind me for a very short moment, so fast that it almost made people think it was an illusion.
He spoke, his voice low and cold, devoid of emotion, with only two concise words: "Open the door."
So cold... Did he come all this way just to ask me to open the door? And he was so stingy as to only say these two words?
——Okay, there’s nothing wrong with that. After all, he comes here either to drink or to attend a meeting. It’s impossible that he comes to see me because he misses me.
I curled my lips in dissatisfaction, but I kept pace with him, trying to expand his vocabulary. "Brother, you should say, 'Open the door, Yingzi.' Or, 'Yingzi, open the door.'"
Gin: "Oh."
A single syllable blocked all subsequent calls.
I didn't give up and continued to push forward: "If you think calling my name indirectly is not intimate enough, I don't mind you saying, 'Open the door, dear...'"
"Open the door." Those two calm words, still without a trace of emotion, shattered all my unrealistic fantasies. He finished, his patience gone, and his tall figure passed me directly, heading for the stairs without a backward glance.
What could I do? I could only resign myself to my fate, shut my mouth, and trot along obediently, ready to open the door for Brother Gin.
However, as I quickened my pace to overtake him, I couldn't help but be petty and muttered in a voice just loud enough for him to hear, "Brother, you're so cold today, like you've never loved me..."
Before I could finish my words, I was worried that he would hit me on the head in the next second, so I immediately accelerated and rushed out with a "whoosh", leaving him behind.
However, just as I stepped onto the last step of the stairs leading to the second-floor box, some inexplicable intuition made me subconsciously turn my head and glance downwards.
My eyes just happened to meet the black-clad man who pretended to look up casually.
Humph, I caught you, didn’t I?
This is not a good thing to look at blindly!
I immediately raised my chin, with a hint of pride and warning, stretched out my hand like a knife, and symbolically scratched my neck twice. Only when I saw him lower his head as if nothing had happened did I chuckle with satisfaction.
Gin happened to walk up to me, and seeing all my little movements, he snorted softly and coldly, "Are you not leaving yet?"
I instantly became like a cat with its neck pinched. I immediately retracted all my claws and fangs, retracted my neck, turned back into a quail, and continued to run away.
The door of the box was opened, and Gin stepped in first. He took a look before walking in, and Vodka nodded knowingly, although I didn't know what he understood.
I tilted my head in confusion.
Could it be that Gin had already noticed something was wrong with Akai Shuichi right then? Did he smell the scent of cops? No way, if Akai Shuichi could be exposed so easily, he wouldn't have been able to stay undercover in the Black Organization for so long, right?
Could it be that his appearance at the Polestar bar before he scammed Akemi Miyano had already caught Gin's attention? Gin saw that this guy was a martial artist and was planning to recruit him into the Black Organization beforehand?
Well, I reasonably suspect that Shuichi Akai must have his considerations for showing up in advance at this basically semi-public Black Organization base, but I don't think that given Gin's suspicious personality, he can recruit Black Organization members at first sight.
Forget it, it has nothing to do with me anyway. Maybe it's some other mission. Gin will come to the box on the second floor, and he must be calling other members for a meeting. He is probably asking Vodka to notify others to come quickly.
Putting aside my unimportant doubts, I glanced at Vodka, who didn't immediately follow Gin into the box, but was standing at the door, and turned to leave -
Failed to leave.
A big hand stretched out from the box and grabbed my shoulder.
Dragged into the box.
The door clicked and closed gently behind me.
The next second, I was pressed against the closed door, my back suddenly slapping against the cold, hard surface. The expected sharp pain didn't follow. Almost immediately, a large, burning hand pressed against the back of my head, shielding me from direct impact. The rough, calloused palm rubbed against the sensitive roots of my hair, sending a subtle shiver through me.
His entire weight pressed down on me, his tall, upright frame like a mountain suddenly collapsing, completely shrouding me in his shadow. His other hand still gripped my shoulder blade, a firmness bordering on anxiety clearly conveyed through the thin fabric of his shirt. He forcefully squeezed one leg between mine, limiting any room for struggle.
Although...actually...I...didn't think of struggling.
I raised my head and fell into his dark green eyes that were so close to me.
When no one was around, only one wall lamp was on, providing the only light source in the box. The dim light cast deep shadows on his well-defined face, making him look even more stern and imposing.
He didn't seem to be in a hurry to speak, but just looked down at me with this extremely oppressive posture. His eyes swept across my eyebrows and my lips that trembled in surprise, and finally locked my eyes again.
He finally moved his thin lips slightly, his voice lowered to a very low level, with a cold questioning tone:
"That person," he began, his breath almost brushing my cheek, "who is that? I think this is the second time I've seen him appear next to you."
Before I could finish my words, the fingertips of the hand that was resting behind my head moved imperceptibly, digging deeper into my soft hair, bringing an almost intimate pressure.
I instinctively shuddered, as if a faint electric current had traveled from his fingertips to my scalp, then madly transmitted through my cerebral cortex, instantly infecting every part of my body and limbs, bringing with it a strange feeling of weakness and soreness.
So much so that he didn't even have time to respond to Gin's words immediately.
Gin's long eyes narrowed in displeasure, and his stern face moved closer. Our hot breaths almost blended together and fell on my slightly open lips.
"Yingzi?" The voice was deeper, carrying a warning that could not be refused.
"Huh? Ah." I finally came back to my senses, but not completely because I really didn't hear clearly. "What? Who?"
Unexpectedly, Gin's icy, oppressive mood suddenly seemed to brighten slightly. He loosened his grip on my shoulder and placed his arm on the door panel beside my ear, pulling away slightly. He curled his lips into a still-cold smile, "I mean, the man I was talking to when I came in."
"Ah, you mean him? He's a customer who just helped me." I definitely wouldn't reveal Akai Shuichi's identity, but I didn't lie to Gin either. Instead, I spoke honestly from the perspective of Kaimen Eiko, who didn't know who Akai Shuichi was, and tried to make my tone sound natural and innocent. "I met him once last year in America. He helped me get my phone back from a thief."
There was no emotion in his voice: "Oh? You remember it very well."
I said sincerely, "Brother, you know me. I am always impressed by handsome men and beautiful women."
? Isn’t this true?
Why is he unhappy again?
A sudden inspiration came to me and I understood!
Oh, I understand!
My face instantly blossomed into a brilliant smile, my eyes curved into crescents, and even the dimples at the corners of my mouth showed, as if I had grasped some huge handle: "Wow, big brother!"
"Hmm?" He lowered his eyes and looked at me, his tone flat, but the muscles of his arms that were leaning against the door were slightly tense.
"You're jealous, aren't you?" I was the one being pushed against the wall, no, against the door, but I was so proud of myself for having caught Gin's pigtails that I stood on tiptoe and slid closer to him, so close that I could touch his lips while we spoke. "You saw me with this handsome guy, and you're jealous?"
Gin stood up straight, expressionless, completely loosening his grip on me, even taking a tiny, imperceptible step back. He lowered his gaze to look at me, who was practically with my hands on my hips and my tail raised high in the air, and said in a flat, unwavering tone, "No."
"I don't believe it!" I stiffened my neck and spoke in a loud and confident voice.
It didn’t matter that Gin let me go. I rushed over directly and jumped into his arms.
Unless he dodges, there is no way he will not be caught by me, hehe!
I don't believe Gin will dodge. If he does, I will fall.
Maybe the gin club in the past, but…
Sure enough, a pair of strong arms caught me with a hint of helplessness, and one hand even habitually supported my hips to prevent me from slipping.
I immediately took advantage of the situation and hugged his neck tightly. With a "click", I kissed his slightly cold and hard cheek loudly, and my voice was so sweet that it could kill you:
"Don't be jealous, he's just a handsome guy I happened to meet twice. How can he compare to my brother Gin?"
Gin remained expressionless and didn't react.
I rolled my eyes, and cheesy love words came out easily. I put my arm around his neck and shook him gently: "Brother? Brother? Brother, can you please answer me? Don't make me beg you! I'm putting this out there today. If you can survive this, we'll survive it together. If you can't, we'll just have to endure it!"
Gin finally reacted. He tilted his head and uttered two words in a very short voice: "Wipe it off."
...What did I say?
My elder brother, you are so handsome!
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The author has something to say: I also reflected on whether kissing in every chapter would be too tedious, so this chapter doesn’t have any [dog head holding a rose] Yes, the main theme of our book is pure love! [scatter flowers][scatter flowers][scatter flowers]
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