Chapter 62 Chapter 62 This! Can I! Bear! It!?!
187.
I don't understand what Gin means by revenge. I really want to ask, but Gin looks so tired now. I'd better ask Vodka later.
Gin wouldn't lie to me anyway. He said he'd taken revenge, so it must be some villain trying to harm me. But it doesn't matter. I have the great general Gin. Go, go, go, kill, kill! That slight doubt was immediately replaced by a sense of security, a sense of being able to bully others.
From the uneasiness of the Sakura girl, the peace of mind of the panda girl has turned into peace of mind.
Silently swallowing my question, I rubbed my face against the cool collar of Gin's windbreaker, mumbling, "Thank you, big brother."
Never mind what it is, just thank you first.
I thanked you right away, but you can't ask me for compensation anymore.
After thanking him, I immediately started to act like a spoiled child, my voice soft and sweet, and I deliberately dragged out the ending tone: "Brother, I missed you so much——"
"Brother, did you miss me?" I paused, not giving Gin a chance to deny it, and answered myself, "You hugged me, so you must have missed me."
I don’t know which sentence stimulated Gin. Maybe it was because I missed Gin, or maybe it was because Gin missed me, or maybe it was... the word "hug"?
Gin's arms that were supporting my hips suddenly tightened and shook upwards. When I subconsciously hugged his neck tighter, he maintained my koala-like hug and walked towards the passage outside the laboratory with me in his arms without saying a word.
I blinked blankly, tilted my head and asked him, "Brother, where are we going?"
Gin's cold, hard jaw was within reach, and from my perspective, his Adam's apple, which looked incredibly sexy, rolled up and down. He said in a hoarse voice, "Go home."
Go...back home?
Who understands the indescribable calming power that comes from Gin's mouth?
"Great!" I cheered without thinking, but then I remembered that I hadn't packed my luggage yet, so I quickly pointed my hand towards the lounge, "My luggage——"
Gin loosened his grip on my waist and accurately grasped my hand with his reverse hand, interlocking our fingers once again with unquestionable strength: "Send Vodka over to get it tomorrow."
Vodka, poor vodka! Good vodka!
But at this moment, I no longer cared about feeling sorry for Vodka. I shook Gin's hand and reminded him: "What about my giraffe?"
How can I sleep without a giraffe...
Gin's steps suddenly stopped. The cold white light of the base corridor slanted down from overhead, falling on his long silver hair. He snorted softly, but didn't turn back. He simply started walking again, silently carrying me out of the base and stuffing me into the black Porsche 356A that I was so familiar with.
This time it was the passenger seat.
The car still stank of a strong smell of tobacco and blood.
Gin leaned over and buckled me in. We were so close I could reach out and hold her hair. Similarly, without even looking closely, I could clearly see the lingering redness in his eyes and the faintest trace of blood on his cheek.
He said he wasn't hurt... I curled my lips, but didn't expose Gin's words.
Or maybe in his opinion, this is not considered an injury.
Just when I thought he was going to close the car door, he suddenly stopped all movements.
A hand wearing a black leather glove pinched my chin with a strong and irresistible force, forcing me to lift my face according to his force.
The next second, his lips pressed down hard.
This was a kiss unlike any other before, rough, eager, and almost predatory, as if a long-suppressed volcano suddenly erupted, carrying with it all the unspoken longing, heartache, and confirmation of what had been lost and regained.
A faint smell of blood lingered between her lips and teeth. She didn't know if it came from him or from the intense movements.
He kissed me so deeply that he barely gave me any breathing space. His cold silver hair completely enveloped me, forming a cage of his own.
I was a little confused by his sudden attack, and my fingers unconsciously clenched the fabric on his chest. After I came to my senses, I tried to respond to him, but he kissed me more passionately.
My mind was blank, and all that remained was the burning touch between my lips and teeth and his heavy, hot breathing.
He seems to...really, really, really miss me.
...Is this another case of a short separation making the heart grow fonder?
188.
Yes, my friend, yes.
As mentioned before, the members of the Black Organization are relatively open, or even promiscuous. A fleeting romance, a bedfellow, and the like are commonplace among those who constantly deal with death, especially right after a mission. The intense concentration of a mission, coupled with the exhilaration (?) of taking a life with one's own hands... always requires some kind of extreme indulgence to release and soothe, and physical intercourse is the most common option. Therefore, after a mission, if they're attracted to each other, they'll get straight to the point, and then go their separate ways at daybreak. It's almost a tacit agreement.
Gin has always been an exception, like a machine without emotions, not dominated by primitive impulses. He was so abstinent that before I got involved with him, people suspected that he didn't have normal human physiological needs.
Maybe this time, it won’t be the case, there will be no exceptions...?
I couldn't tell whose saliva was slowly flowing down from his lips. The long and fierce kiss almost sucked all the air out of my lungs. Gin finally let me go at the right time.
But it was only a brief respite. After she licked the water off my lips, he grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me again.
I think he still had some sanity left, for example, some things were not convenient to be done in the laboratory lounge, and some were not suitable to be done in the parking lot outside the base, so in the end, he still drove to the downstairs of the apartment building soberly.
But I was not very sober. My cheeks were red, my lips were red, and even my eyes were wet and red. I looked like I had been bullied.
The reason I knew how miserable he had made me was because Gin picked me up from the car, carried me into the apartment elevator, walked into the apartment, and then... carried me straight into the bathroom.
While waiting for the tub to fill, he carried me to the large sink. Beneath the cold marble countertop, my back against the cool mirror, my front against his scorching chest. My hands unconsciously rested on his pecs, not knowing whether to resist or embrace him.
Our two figures were reflected in the mirror, his tall body completely covered mine, which was an extreme size difference.
Even in this moment of ecstasy, Gin's hearing was still very good. When the water in the bathtub slowed down and stopped automatically, he had already bitten off the gloves, and his nimble fingers neatly untied all my restraints.
Then, as if he had lost his patience, he roughly tore off his clothes. In a daze, I seemed to hear the sound of something hitting the tiles.
But I can't care anymore.
The bathroom light was too bright, illuminating every inch of the space mercilessly. His scorching gaze, like substance, recklessly roamed over my completely exposed, slightly trembling skin, refusing to spare a single inch. His gaze, with its undisguised possession and scrutiny, made me curl my toes in shame, yet there was nowhere to escape.
He put me into the bathtub, and then he stepped into the bathtub.
The bathtub's water level kept rising, and the warm water overflowed from the side. If something wasn't wrong, I would have asked Gin if he had ever heard of Cao Chong weighing an elephant.
In ancient times, there was Cao Chong weighing an elephant, and now there is Qin Jiu... holding Yingzi.
Amid the swaying waves, he held me in his arms.
"Brother?"
"You're right." Gin bit my earlobe.
I said so much, but I didn't say anything wrong.
Sadly, I didn't get the chance to ask a complete question.
…
I twitched and trembled, my fingers scratching at his wet back in vain and then loosening their grip weakly.
The thick steam in the bathroom also gathered in my eyes, blurring the overly bright light in front of my eyes and also blurring the expression he might have at the moment.
The pain gradually subsided, and I could feel...
18.9.
The desire suddenly cooled down at the last moment. Gin took a deep breath, suppressed the surging physiological impulse, held her in front of him with one hand, wrapped her in a bath towel, dried her, and put her on the bed.
Gin's bedroom used to be a world of pure black, white, and gray, with even the sheets being pure black. But ever since he invited Eiko into his territory, not only the public areas were stained with her colors, but his room as well.
At this moment, lying on the soft floral four-piece suit, she was as beautiful as a flower that was about to bloom.
But he could see the marks he left on the flower, and she might pout and complain about the marks the next day and ask him for compensation.
It's useless. The despicable robber only wants to take the flower and also wants...
but……
The thought of forcing himself to stay awake was like an ice pick piercing his temples, causing a sharp pain in his brain. He pressed down on the throbbing veins on his forehead and wrapped her up in the quilt again.
190.
I watched Gin, who was about to take the final step, brake again, carry me to the bed, and now walk to the bed with a hair dryer as if to blow my hair.
This! Can I! Tolerate! This!?
I! Have! Had! Enough!
A surge of courage and strength that came from nowhere instantly filled my body. I almost sat up, and when he leaned over to plug in the power, I suddenly grabbed his wrist, used all my strength to pull him off balance, and pressed my whole body on him.
I sat astride his waist, looking down proudly at the man with slightly messy silver hair and a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Then, I lay on top of him, my hands restlessly groping under the pillow. After a moment's hesitation, I suddenly chuckled.
Unbelievable, right? Even the all-powerful Top Killer Gin would end up being handcuffed to the headboard by me one day!
The silver-haired man tilted his head slightly, his dark green pupils coldly scanning his wrists that were handcuffed to the metal railings on both sides of the bed. He moved slightly, and the metal handcuffs and railings made a crisp collision sound.
His gaze immediately returned to my face, focusing on my smug smile and... the conspicuous square packaging bag that I was deliberately biting with my teeth.
The dark green in his eyes suddenly became deep and rich, almost impossible to dissolve, like the oppressive deep sea before a storm.
"Where did all this come from?" His voice was low and hoarse, and no emotion could be heard from it, but it carried an invisible sense of oppression, as if a caged beast was dormant and growling.
I held the prop in my mouth and said incoherently, "Don't worry about where it comes from. Today, you have no say in it—"
191.
……oh.
I was wrong.
I was saying, why did Gin forget the handcuffs in the bedside table?
It’s hard to guess why there is a railing at the head of the bed.
Before I could react, my roles and postures were forced to be swapped with Gin's.
…Is this correct?
How did he do that? I just blinked a few times and the world started spinning.
Then, I watched Gin easily move his wrist, which had been freed, and lean over to take the packaging bag from my mouth with his teeth.
His deep dark green eyes were always fixed on me. He didn't even need to lower his head. His fingers tore open the package with precision. The subtle tearing sound was particularly clear in the silent room.
192.
Is Gin just bluffing to scare me this time so that I can behave myself and stop thinking about sleeping with him?
Sting operation! I want to report him!
193.
Oh, no.
It turns out that Gin really does fall for provocation?
Never mind, I feel good.
194.
Do my family members think I will be able to get out of bed alive tomorrow?
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