Chapter 53 Chapter 53 "Happy Valentine's Day."
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"Actually, my lipstick today won't stick to the cup." I tried to struggle, but I just didn't have the confidence.
Gin seemed to have mastered the art of mind reading. He glanced at me with sharp eyes and saw through my guilty conscience. He repeated concisely, "Wipe it off."
"Oh." I rolled my eyes and didn't continue to talk back. Instead, I slowly stretched out my finger, carefully placed it on his cold white cheek, and rubbed it lightly twice with my fingertips.
Then he quickly twisted his fingers together, afraid that Gin would discover that there was actually color on them.
It’s very light, just a hint of crimson. Unless you get as close as I do, you can’t see it at all... If necessary, I can swear on my hair made of vodka!
Unfortunately, Gin clearly had no interest in Vodka's hair, nor did he bother to listen to any of my curses. His penetrating gaze flicked over my hidden fingers, and a faint snort escaped his nose. Seeing me, my neck subconsciously hunched, he rarely refrained from scolding me.
Instead, the big hand that was holding my buttocks patted it lightly.
hiss……
A short, muffled hum escaped from my throat.
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When I tidied up my slightly messy clothes and went out, I was almost scared by Vodka who was guarding the door of the box like a door god.
Upon seeing me emerge, his vigilant gaze quickly scanned me from head to toe like a sophisticated searchlight. He breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief and lowered his voice, "They'll be here soon."
...If the situation wasn't quite right, I really think Vodka is a bit like a love bodyguard for Gin and me. Is that okay to say?
"Oh." I nodded. "Shall I go downstairs and prepare the wine?"
"Ah, just the same as before."
When I returned to the first floor, the familiar figure had disappeared. I touched my chin and couldn't help but wonder if there was any way to contact Miyano Akemi now.
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Valentine's Day is coming soon.
Edogawa Conan hasn't appeared yet, so I only need to prepare chocolates for everyone once a year. I start distributing chocolates two or three days in advance. Those who need them delivered on the same day are the Black Organization members in Tokyo. Some of them come to the bar for drinks, so I deliver them directly to them. Otherwise, I ask someone to deliver them for them—well, I can't bring myself to do it myself or pay someone to do it for me. Giving chocolates away is already expensive, so don't even think about adding to my financial burden.
Of course, there are also things that require me to deliver to your door, such as gin and vodka.
Just like in previous years, when Vodka received his beautifully wrapped chocolate, his eyes lit up behind his sunglasses. He thanked him profusely and went home with his treasure. Believe it or not, Vodka really likes sweets. He especially likes them.
For example, I ate one of each of the donuts Gin bought me, some of which I only broke off into small pieces, and Vodka cleaned up the rest. Vodka, he never wastes food.
For example, the chocolate I prepare for Gin every year actually ends up in my and Vodka's mouths.
Speaking of the chocolate to give to Gin, I was really troubled for a long time. I even secretly discussed the "I Have a Friend" series with my netizen Miss Witch. The central idea was whether to give chocolate with another meaning and whether to give another Valentine's Day gift.
I was really confused for a long time, almost asking her to tell my fortune, but the final conclusion was:
No delivery.
And not send.
Because I don’t want to spend more money!
Well, if there's anything else, it's probably because I don't want to... give up? Is that okay?
I always feel that if I give him his birthday chocolate or other gifts, I am admitting that I love him.
I don't know, I'm not sure, so...
"For me?" Gin raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on the chocolate box in my hand, identical to the ones held by the other members. Seeing me nod docilely, his previous interest faded, his tone unchanged from previous years, "Eat it yourself."
Oh, I knew it, it's like this again.
I had guessed that it would be the same as in previous years, so I didn't prepare any chocolate for myself. The one I gave to Gin was the brand and flavor that I wanted to eat.
However, I still asked hypocritically, my fingertips unconsciously stroking the carefully twisted ribbon on the box: "Brother, don't you even open the box yourself?"
Gin let out a low, seemingly profound laugh upon hearing this. His sharp gaze, as sharp as a substance, scanned me from head to toe, making me inexplicably hold my breath, my heart rising to my throat. He slowly averted his gaze, striding over to the sofa. "Not interested."
"I'm not interested in this, but I made it myself! I even used scissors to create the curls on the latte art. No one else has this!"
How could I not give Gin special love? This skill is something I practiced in my previous life, and I showed it off for the first time this year, using it on the chocolates I gave to Gin.
You really don't understand romantic ideas.
Wood! Big wood!
I snorted angrily and didn't pamper my lazy sofa as I did before. Instead, I ran over with the chocolate and jumped onto the sofa.
I casually kicked off my slippers, sat down beside Gin, and even went a step further by leaning my upper body over, crossing his legs. I stretched out my arm and struggled to grab the remote control on the coffee table, switching the TV screen from the dull news to the cheesy idol drama.
This is the idol drama that Vodka and I have been following recently, for no other reason than that my daughter's songs are often played in the drama. We are doting moms and dads.
I broke off a small piece of chocolate and popped it into my mouth, crushing the toasted nuts inside with my teeth. I mumbled something incoherent: "I don't know when my daughter will be able to film again."
It's no secret that idols are always inferior to actors in the entertainment industry. As a highly ambitious fan, I, like many others, longed for my daughter to transition from a top performer in a group to a solo singer, then ascend to acting. Ideally, she'd become a film star in one go, winning Best Actress for her debut film.
Don’t look at me posing, but my plans for my idol are clearer than my jawline.
Gin glanced at me sideways, his voice emotionless: "Want to watch her filming?"
I immediately understood what Gin meant and glanced at him. "Are you asking Vermouth for help? But my daughter seems to prefer being an idol right now."
Of course, as a fan with little talent but just some connections, I promise that if my daughter ever wants to become an actor and encounters setbacks, I will immediately give her the best resources.
It would be enough for Vermouth to leak some resources. When she first knew that I was a fan and fell in love with my daughter, Vermouth told me that she could help make my daughter famous.
Besides, this doesn't count as stealing other people's resources, right? Based on my understanding of Vermouth, she should be the type to directly create opportunities for my daughter.
But… I thought I had gotten to know Gin better recently, so I hugged the silver-haired man who was silently emitting cold air, resting my cheek on his solid chest, and said in a sweet voice, "Big Brother, you want to help me too, right? Hehe, if I really needed anything, I would definitely ask you first."
Don't say Gin doesn't have connections in the entertainment industry. Come on, he's Gin! If he wants to, what's impossible? He's just not as specialized in the entertainment industry as Vermouth to disguise his identity. How many people actually want to curry his favor? If he even hints at something, I guarantee that regardless of whether they're part of the Black Organization or not, they'll be rushing to send him resources.
This is the case with Gin and Vermouth, so I won't let them help my daughter's acting career.
In fact, Vermouth has suggested many times that Vodka and I could meet our daughter privately, but I refused.
Well, how should I put it... out of my own selfish desires, I want to keep the darkness of the Black Organization and my daughter as far away as possible.
She should be as bright as the sun and should not be stained by any shadow.
The smile on my face faded unconsciously, and I lowered my head silently.
His fingertips tightened unconsciously, and the chocolate in his palm made a slight "crackling" sound, and another piece broke.
After a moment's pause, I picked up the broken piece of chocolate and stuffed it into my mouth. Instantly, an overwhelming sweetness overwhelmed my taste buds, almost to the point of bitterness.
"What's wrong?" A deep voice sounded above my head.
"It's too sweet." I tried hard to lick the chocolate stuck between my teeth, and my face wrinkled.
It's so sweet it makes my teeth ache. Oh no, I don't have cavities, do I? Gin didn't tell me I had any problems with my teeth during the checkup.
As soon as the thought came to my mind, a pair of slightly cool fingers pinched my jaw and lifted it up gently with irresistible force.
The vision was blocked by silver hair, and a cold and familiar breath suddenly approached.
The next second, a soft touch covered my lips.
His kiss came suddenly, but it wasn't a rough, predatory kiss. Instead, it was a slow, exploratory, deep kiss. The overly sweetness that had annoyed me seemed strangely neutralized and disintegrated under the stirring of his tongue, melting into a hint of ambiguous stickiness in our entangled breaths.
My eyes widened as I peered closely into his bottomless dark green eyes, a faint ripple flickering in them. My brain completely shut down, all my complaints about cavities and sweetness instantly evaporating. Only the scent of crushed nuts and the rich aroma of cocoa, shared so imperiously between my lips and teeth, remained, along with the cold, dangerous scent of him, pervasively invading my senses.
He even... seemed to be really examining me carefully, his tongue tip sweeping across the area of my molars where I had just felt uncomfortable. The subtle, frosted touch aroused an inexplicable shudder that quickly rose from the tail end of my spine, making my toes curl up unconsciously and I subconsciously clutched the fabric on his chest.
The idol drama was still playing on TV, and my daughter's clear singing voice became the background music of our kiss. Gin seemed to be getting impatient with the noise and fumbled for the remote to press mute. In the sudden silence, only the sound of water and breathing as we kissed was left.
After a long time, he stepped back a little, his silver hair slightly entangled with my hair, and his breathing was a little heavier than usual, brushing against my hot cheek.
"Is it still sweet?" His low and hoarse voice sounded against my swollen lips, with a hint of satisfaction and dangerous laziness.
It was as if all my strength had been drained away. I leaned limply in his arms, shaking my head blankly. My mind was still blank, and the only sound left was the deafening sound of my heartbeat pounding against my chest.
He seemed to chuckle, and his fingertips, covered with gun calluses, brushed the corners of my wet lips with a slightly rough touch. His eyes fell on the chocolate in my hand, which had been squeezed to a small piece and the rest had fallen onto the sofa and the floor.
He masterfully pried open my fingers, which were clenched with nervousness, and took away the last bit of pitiful chocolate. Then, as I stared at him with my almond-shaped eyes slightly widened in surprise, he slowly took the small piece of chocolate between his thin lips.
But he didn't swallow it.
Just hold it gently with the tip of your teeth.
Then, he leaned in again, so close that I could clearly see the reflection of my red and helpless face in his eyes.
He placed his lips precisely on mine, using the tip of his tongue to pass the half-melted chocolate, which carried his body temperature and scent, over to me. The rich sweet aroma of cocoa, along with his unique scent, once again overpowered all my senses.
I could even feel his hard teeth occasionally brushing against my lips, and the subtle sound of the chocolate being further crushed in his mouth. Then, he slightly retreated, his nose almost touching mine, and our breaths intertwined hotly.
He bit down the remaining chocolate, his Adam's apple rolling. A rare, subtle yet aggressive curve curved the corners of his lips. He whispered almost against my lips, his hoarse voice carrying a lingering sweetness that burned directly into my eardrums:
"Next time, you can buy this brand again."
I looked up at him dazedly, my mind still immersed in the kiss with the aftertaste of chocolate. I blurted out in a daze, "Then...Brother, can you send me some money?"
"You have all the cards, isn't that enough?" Gin scoffed, his finger gently brushing the bridge of my nose with a hint of unspoken indulgence. The next second, his powerful arm reached across my knees and back, easily lifting me from the sofa and placing me across his slender, long legs.
This position forced me to be extremely close to him, and I could almost feel the warmth and steady heartbeat of his chest through the fabric of his clothes. I stared blankly at his stern face so close to me, while Gin took out something from somewhere and held it tightly in his palm.
The fist slowly loosened in front of my eyes, and a deep and rich green suddenly jumped into my sight.
It was an extremely exquisite emerald necklace. The center stone was a perfectly cut, gigantic emerald, its color as rich as a bottomless, cold pond, and it seemed to condense the faint light in the deepest part of his eyes.
He let me lean against him, gathered my long hair at the back of my neck, and slowly put the necklace on my neck. I could feel his fingers on the sensitive part of my neck, and my body trembled with his movements.
He let me snuggle in his arms, his fingers gathering my long hair that fell loose at the back of my neck, revealing my delicate, fragile neck. He slowly and methodically twisted the necklace around my neck, the cool gemstones touching the skin of my collarbone, causing me to shiver slightly. I could clearly feel his slightly calloused fingertips occasionally brushing against the most sensitive skin at the back of my neck. The subtle, electric touch made my body tremble uncontrollably in his arms.
Until the necklace was carefully fastened, he let down my long hair and slightly tightened his arms around me, letting me lean deeper into his arms.
He lowered his head, and a few strands of his long silver hair fell, brushing my cheeks and shoulders.
His lips first landed on the emerald that was now resting on my collarbone and rising and falling slightly with my breathing. It was an almost pious kiss.
Then, the gentle kiss inched upward, following the curve of my neck like a feather, leaving a faint trace of moisture and a shudder. As he passed my delicate collarbone, he lingered, rubbing against it, bringing a subtle tingling sensation. His lips finally lingered just above the corner of my lips, then paused, not moving.
Finally, an extremely gentle and precious kiss fell on the side of my face.
I heard him whisper:
"Happy Valentine's Day."
"Honey."
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The author has something to say: Damn it, what happened to what we agreed on?
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Decline to catch bugs
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I still like to call back. I noticed that the last sentence is a response to Yingzi’s previous complaint [kiss]
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