Chapter 54 Chapter 54 "I am interested in Big Brother's future subordinates...
165.
Is this still my cold-blooded, decisive killer, the top assassin who walks in the dark abyss? Is this still the Gin who is feared by everyone inside and outside the organization?
The extreme shock made me completely unable to speak. I could only raise my hand stupidly like a puppet whose spring had been pulled out, and touch the new emerald pendant around my neck with trembling fingertips.
The touch of the hard gemstone brought me back to my senses. My fingers unconsciously rubbed the surface of the gemstone and the surrounding diamonds, as if to confirm its authenticity through touch. However, in this all-encompassing caressing, my fingertips sensed something strange.
My heart moved, and I subconsciously turned the pendant over gently, lowered my head, and saw the extremely fine carvings on it.
E…I…K…O.
EIKO.
Yingzi.
It's my name.
This... this is actually a custom-made one with engraving?!
It seems that Gin spent a lot of money!
I raised my head abruptly, so quickly that it lifted a few strands of hair. My gaze met Gin's deep, dark green eyes, which had been fixed on me for who knows how long. The emotion in them was hard to discern, like a calm, cold pond, yet also harboring a silent whirlpool.
The words I was about to ask lingered on my lips, and I turned the question around: "Brother, is there something in here?"
"Ah." Gin answered without hesitation or evasion, his response so frankly that it seemed almost a matter of course. "Locator."
Gin had no intention of hiding anything from me. After all, he had always been direct and blatant in placing locators and eavesdropping devices on me, and had never thought of covering it up, let alone asking for my consent.
After all, it's gin, right?
There was no point in resisting, and I hadn't even considered resisting. I shrugged, put down the pendant, and looked at him with a smile: "Then if I were in danger, big brother would definitely rush to the scene and save my life, right?"
Gin said "hmm" in a flat tone, and then continued to stare at me quietly as I sat in his arms, as if he was examining me, or as if he was just... simply looking at me.
I was a bit bewildered by his gaze, and could only blink slowly, staring blankly back into the deep green sea. Oh, I get it, I remember, I haven't thanked my dear brother for such a valuable gift yet! I narrowed my eyes, mimicking his earlier actions, and swiftly leaned forward, kissing his hard, defined cheek.
"Brother, you know what? I feel like you've become less and less like yourself since you met me..." I dragged out the last syllable, a sly glint in my eyes, and used the same teasing tone as before, saying word by word, "Like my husband!"
166.
I admit, I did it on purpose, but...
In the second half of the night, I, who have always had a restless sleeping posture, woke up from my sleep with a frown and feeling extremely uncomfortable.
As for the reason...
Let’s not mention it!
Just seeing the latte art that used to be on the chocolate box still tied to my hand makes me angry.
Who said old people hurt others? This is how it hurts, right?!
All the resentment in my heart dissipated in an instant when I struggled to open my eyelids and saw Gin's sleeping profile so close to me.
Well, okay, we face lovers are just that realistic and unwavering. I can unconditionally surrender to this impeccably handsome face.
Especially...
Who could have imagined that this man, breathing steadily and sleeping with his eyes closed, was the man who was so suspicious and cautious that he wouldn't even reveal his fingerprints, who always destroyed his glass after drinking at the bar and who only allowed it to be handled by me?
He really... trusts me.
and……
I look at his closed eyelids, and I can easily picture him with his eyes open.
The color of his eyes is exactly the same as the color of the gemstones on the necklace I wear around my neck, which he put on me personally.
I'm not really a fool who doesn't understand romance. Gin gave me a necklace, wished me a happy Valentine's Day, and called me "dear"...
My eyes became dazed.
Suddenly, I really wanted to touch him.
But when my hand was still a long way from his face, I stopped again.
Tsk, I finally woke Gin up.
Seeing him move, I immediately retracted my sigh. Gin wasn't really safe around me...
However, he didn't suddenly open his guarded eyes as expected. He simply kept them closed, his brows furrowed slightly, as if disturbed from a sweet dream, and then, with unerring precision, he reached out and grasped my wrist, which was suspended in mid-air.
His palms were warm and dry, their strength irresistible but not painful. His fingers slipped naturally through mine, interlocking tightly with mine.
Then, he took my hand and moved it to his lips, placing a soft and warm kiss on my knuckles. At the same time, the hand that had been resting on my back gently patted my back twice in a soothing manner, accompanied by his increasingly deep and hoarse voice, still tinged with sleep:
"Go to sleep, I'm here."
I know this is very useless, very useless.
But the moment I heard these words, the corners of my mouth rose up uncontrollably and without any meaning.
I obediently closed my eyes and rubbed myself gently in his arms, finding a more comfortable position. I temporarily ignored the discomfort in my legs, intertwined my fingers with his, and fell into a deep sleep again.
167.
I struggled to wake up again with a strange and unbearable feeling.
Before I could fully regain consciousness, the first thing I felt was a wave of cool, delicate touch from below, mixed with a subtle tingling and burning sensation that was hard to ignore. Something was being applied to my legs with extreme caution.
I groaned in a daze and struggled to open my heavy eyelids.
My vision was blurry for a moment before gradually coming into focus.
The first thing that caught my eye was Gin's long, silver hair, the ends of which nearly brushed my legs. He half-knelt on the bed, head bowed, his expression focused. His brows furrowed slightly. The same bony hands that usually held a gun now, with a gentleness and care I'd never seen before, grasped a tube of ointment. His fingertips dipped into the milky white paste and smeared it drop by drop onto the pitiful reddened and slightly scratched skin between my legs.
The bedside lamp emitted a dim light, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of ointment.
Memories came flooding back like a tide.
Last night’s chaos and loss of control… His burning skin, my tearful sobs… And at the end, he held me tightly in his arms while suppressing his heavy breathing… All the fragments of the images rushed into my mind, burning my ears in an instant.
Oh, yes, the first time I saw him like this was before bed. I was so tired that I almost fainted, and I felt a coolness that relieved the burning pain, and then I fell into a deep sleep. It was only in the middle of the night that I was woken up by the discomfort of my terrible sleeping posture.
As if he noticed my movement, he paused in his application and raised his eyes.
The dark green eyes seemed less cold in the warm light, but rather like a pool of water covered with a layer of mist in a deep forest. I couldn't tell the emotion in them, but they inexplicably made my heart skip a beat.
"Did I wake you up?" He spoke, his voice low and hoarse, more charming than usual.
It seems that Gin realized that I was feeling unwell after waking up suddenly, so he gave me medicine again?
I felt embarrassed and subconsciously tried to close my legs, but he gently pressed down on my knees with his free hand.
"Don't move." He ordered, his tone unquestionable, but his movements were still very gentle. "It's almost done."
I had no choice but to lie back down stiffly, my eyes wandering. I didn't dare look directly at him, nor did I dare to look at the wound that he had treated so carefully. My cheeks were so hot that I could fry an egg on them.
This... this is so shameful!
He lowered his head again and resumed his work. The cool ointment touched my skin again, relieving the burning sensation but also bringing with it another indescribable itch and shudder. I bit my lower lip, stifling the subtle moan that threatened to escape. My toes curled up involuntarily, clutching the sheets beneath me.
He applied the cream with extreme care, as if treating a precious and fragile work of art, meticulously attending to every inch of reddened and even slightly swollen skin. His expression of concentration was even more intense than when he was performing the most delicate tasks.
Finally, he withdrew his hand, screwed the cap of the ointment back on and placed it on the bedside table.
I immediately wanted to pull the quilt to cover myself as if I had been pardoned, but he stopped me again.
"Let it air for a while." He said it concisely, reached out and pulled the quilt beside him, just to follow my habit, gently covering my waist and abdomen, exposing the area that had just been medicated to the slightly cool air so that it could better absorb the medicinal effects.
I:"……"
This is even more embarrassing than being stared at by him!
I turned my face away in embarrassment, buried my burning cheek in the soft pillow, and muttered, "...It's all your fault."
If he hadn't been so... unrestrained and used that method... how could I...
A very soft humming sound came from above my head. Then, the mattress sank slightly, and he lay back down, stretched out his arms, and pulled me and the quilt into his arms.
A soft kiss landed on the top of my head.
"Yeah." He actually admitted it frankly, rubbing his chin against my hair, his arms around my shoulders, with an irrefutable possessiveness, "My fault."
After a pause, he added, his voice deep in my ear: "Apply it again and it should be fine. Just bear with it, okay?"
My face suddenly became even hotter and I wanted to bury myself in the pillow completely. But after thinking about it, I felt that I was at a disadvantage, so I chose to bury myself in Gin's soft and well-developed chest muscles.
After thinking about it again, I still felt that I was at a disadvantage, so I took a bite and said through gritted teeth, "There won't be a next time."
168.
A few days later, I received an email with the new code name members.
"Ley?" I lazily leaned against Gin, a lollipop in my mouth, and looked at the contents of the email thoughtfully. I asked vaguely, "Sniper? Hey, big brother, who will be your subordinate in the future?"
In response, Gin just scoffed: "Not necessarily."
"Huh?" I tilted my head in confusion, and the lollipop rolled half a circle in my mouth.
"He was recruited by Boss Rum. Whether he's under Big Brother's control depends on Boss Rum's decision." Vodka hesitated for a moment before looking at me and saying, "Yingzi, you know him."
My heart skipped a beat, but I quickly put on a blank expression, blinking my round almond-shaped eyes to make them look more innocent. "I know him?"
"That's the man who showed up at the bar earlier. He's probably here for the organization. He used to work on his own, but now he wants to join us." As Vodka spoke, I matched his words with an increasingly surprised expression. It wasn't fake; I was genuinely surprised, because his version of the story was completely different from what I knew. "Boss Rum happened to see him performing well one day and recruited him."
Vodka emphasized the word "just right" with a subtle tone. Clearly, he, Gin, and perhaps Rum as well, all knew it wasn't truly "just right." It was just that the Black Organization didn't reject members who took the initiative, especially those with exceptional qualities.
Rum's suspicion is even more terrifying than Gin's. The last time he hired someone was two years ago when he hired Binga... However, it seems like a good thing that Shuichi Akai didn't get in by scamming people?
That is, what does Vodka's complicated look mean? Why is he lip-syncing to me while avoiding Gin?
I don’t understand it at all!
I really can't read lips and I was in a real state of confusion.
Vodka looked at me with a look of bewilderment, sighed helplessly, and stopped talking about Ley. Instead, he said in a more relaxed tone, "But it doesn't matter if we're missing a sniper. Didn't Cohen say a sniper who's better than him and Chianti arrived recently? Is he going to take the codename test as well?"
"The assessment will be held tomorrow." Gin replied to Vodka, holding my paw and stuffing the lollipop I tried to feed him back into my mouth. He said with a look of disgust, "Eat it yourself."
I immediately frowned, and angrily picked up the candy ball with my teeth, turning it back and forth in my mouth angrily, making a slight knocking sound.
Humph! Mysophobia is kicking in now! What's wrong? Is chocolate more noble than a lollipop?!
However, this little emotion didn't hinder my curiosity at all: "Tomorrow? Who's in charge?"
"Want to go and see?" Gin saw through my thoughts at a glance and looked down at me.
I nodded frantically with my eyes shining.
"Then get up early tomorrow." He said in a flat tone, "Don't be a jerk when I tell you to get up."
When have I ever been a scoundrel? Didn't Gin wake me up the moment we watched the sunrise? Did he wake me up again after that? I don't remember!
Never mind, it's not important——
"Great! Big brother, you're the best!" I instantly threw away the little dissatisfaction I had just felt, cheered, turned around, and hugged him tightly like a koala, rubbing my cheek against his chest with satisfaction.
Vodka, who was standing next to me, wordlessly moved his butt toward the other end of the sofa, fearing that I would kick him with my excited legs. He muttered, "Strange, Yingzi, weren't you not interested in the code name assessment before?"
I raised half of my face from Gin's arms, snorted at him, and said confidently, "Is it not okay for me to be interested in Big Brother's future subordinates?"
This is the truth. I'm really interested. Besides! Sniper! Lei's from the same period! If nothing unexpected happens...
Hey hey, my destined Hiro-chan, here I come!!!
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