Chapter 68 Chapter 68 "Xin-chan, don't just stand there." ...
15.
This is not right. It really is not right.
Isn't it said that men's functional abilities decline drastically after age 25? Why can Gin completely defy the laws of nature and be so incredibly brave? Is it just because he's Gin? This is completely unscientific! I'm reporting 73 for using official cheats!!!
When I struggled to wake up, I was accompanied by subtle pain as if my whole body was being torn apart and reassembled, soreness after being completely drained, and trance after being satisfied. These were my first thoughts.
But I didn't dare utter a single word.
Gin's strong arms were still wrapped heavily around my waist, holding me tightly in his embrace. My cheek was pressed against his warm, smooth chest, and I could even clearly feel the steady, strong rhythm of his heartbeat beneath it. I was afraid that if I complained, I would be coughed up.
Don’t mention it, I dare say this is the most sore throat I’ve had in a long time, and I use it so frequently... I’m going PTSD to the word “husband”!
This tragic story tells us that people should not be too rude. If God is willing to give me another chance, I will definitely -
And still say that.
Well, it's a mixture of pain and happiness. Besides, how else would I know that Gin, Gin, the cold-blooded killer Gin, would be so excited about the word "husband"?
Humph, I'd say he's a tsundere! He's clearly ecstatic inside, yet on the surface he pretends to be unmoved.
Well, I didn’t say it, but I deeply suspect that Gin suddenly awakened his mind-reading ability.
As soon as I opened my eyes, his gaze, which was originally fixed on the phone screen, immediately shifted to my head lying on his chest.
"You're secretly cursing me behind my back?"
I was stunned! I looked up in shock and blurted out: "Brother, what are you..."
Ahhhh my throat!
It hurts so much and I feel so dumb!
I immediately covered my throat, helplessly reaching out my hands... subconsciously pinching Gin's grandfather's lover who was right next to me, tearfully trying to convey my discomfort: "Ahem... Baojuan, my throat..."
"Who's Baojuan?" Gin precisely grasped my wrist, applying just the right amount of force to stop me from continuing my rampage. He lowered his head and bit my earlobe as punishment, his deep voice tinged with danger. "Want to do it again?"
I hurriedly shook my head frantically: "Wuwuwuwuwuwu!"
Gin's mind-reading ability, let's use it, can you hear it? I mean, no, I don't want to.
Success! He seemed satisfied with my surrender and loosened his grip on me: "Then be honest."
Hearing what Gin said, it seems like he's letting me go, right?
No way!
He gently lifted my chin, his scrutinizing eyes carefully falling on my slightly swollen lips, and then ordered in a deep voice: "Open your mouth, let me see how your throat is."
His fingertips carried an irresistible force, yet strangely mixed with a hint of indescribable patience. Seeing that I pursed my lips due to embarrassment and subconscious retreat, he made a very light "tsk" sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet bedroom, with a hint of urging.
I subconsciously frowned, not daring to open my mouth, wanting only to shrink back. Realizing my evasion, he tightened his arms around my waist, pressing me deeper into him, like a silent comfort, but also like a control that would not allow escape.
With a little pressure, his fingertips pressed against my lower lip, applying a subtle pressure. I was forced to open my lips slightly, and my face flushed.
"Open a little wider." He continued to order me, his low voice carrying the power to bewitch people.
I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide in despair.
In the darkness, Gin's brows knitted together imperceptibly. He stared for a moment, and then, without my being able to react, he raised the index and middle fingers of his other hand.
His fingertips, slightly calloused with gunshot wounds, gently slid into my mouth, pressing against the soft, limp surface of my tongue. The sudden and intimate action made my eyes widen instantly, my entire body stiffening, and a muffled sob escaped my throat. His fingers didn't penetrate too deeply, simply lingering steadily, examining my throat with a calm, measured gaze. Occasionally, his fingertips would lightly brush against the roof of my mouth or the base of my tongue, bringing with them waves of indescribable... a shiver of mild discomfort mixed with a strange itch.
He leaned very close, his breath gently caressing my forehead, enveloping me completely in his presence.
The examination seemed to be over. I opened my eyes and met his gloomy gaze.
He didn't pull his fingers out immediately. Instead, he gently moved them inside my mouth, as if mimicking some blushing gesture, or perhaps confirming my reaction. The calloused fingers scraped against the sensitive lining of my mouth, bringing with them an indescribable feeling of shame and inexplicable excitement.
My body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, and my eyes were covered with a layer of moisture due to the excessive stimulation.
He seemed quite pleased with my completely passive state, letting him do whatever he wanted. Finally, he slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving behind a wisp of ambiguous silver thread. Then, he lowered his head and kissed me on the lips without hesitation.
This kiss wasn't rough and predatory, but rather gentle, like comfort and reward. He licked my lips carefully, as if to soothe the discomfort of being pressed by his fingers, and then kissed me deeply, gently sweeping across my jaw and every part that his fingers had touched, confirming his possession in an almost lingering way.
Then……
He took revenge on my grandfather's lover. I had already experienced a lot last night, and this time it was really broken...
When he held me in his arms and applied medicine to me, I couldn't control myself and kept complaining about his excessive behavior.
Gin just snorted at this, "You asked for it, dear."
I was completely choked.
...It's even more outrageous!
16.
"But, speaking of which, did we eat a free meal?" I bit the spoon that Gin handed me and asked vaguely.
"Hmm." Gin uttered a short, acknowledging reply. He wiped the trace of liquid from the edge of my lips with his thumb, his movements so natural that it seemed like he had done it a thousand times before.
"What a loss," I puffed up my cheeks and complained unhappily, "I ordered so much food and ended up finishing the steak. It's all your fault!"
Gin, clearly already well-fed in every way, seemed unusually good-tempered in the face of my accusations. He even curled his lip and replied docilely, "We'll make up for it tonight. Anything else you want to eat? I'll have Vodka go to that shop and pack it up."
I forgot, vodka——
I became even more unhappy: "He is not allowed to enter the house unless..."
I deprived Vodka of the opportunity to visit my house for three days. When he was finally allowed to come on the fourth day, he was shocked when he came over.
"What's with this sofa?" He pointed at the new sofa in the living room, then at the also-new lazy sofa in front, "And this one?"
I looked expressionlessly at the calm Gin, then looked expressionlessly back at Vodka, and said even calmer than Gin, "Throw it away."
"Ah? Why?" Vodka rubbed the back of his head in confusion, then suddenly realized something, his tone became relieved and even a little moved, "Ah! I understand! Yingzi, it must be you who doesn't like the old style and wants to change to a new one, right! Oh, big brother is really nice to you, you change it as soon as you say so. Yingzi, you must..."
The veins on my forehead throbbed when I heard this: "..."
I have to thank Gin?! Thank him for that, because the sofa was so messed up that it was unappearable to be seen, and I couldn't clean the marks off it, nor could I erase my memories of it, so I had to replace it?! This is outrageous!
I couldn't stand it any longer and started yelling in anger, pouncing on Vodka who was still blowing gin fiercely: "Ahhhhhhhhhh Vodka, you're dead!"
"What's wrong with me?" Vodka blocked my attack in confusion and looked at Gin for help, "Brother! Brother, please take care of her!"
Gin rubbed his brows: "It's so noisy."
17.
Gin didn't want me to get involved in Vermouth's affairs, so after I came back from Kuroba Kaito's house for the first time, he taught me a lesson with a long and suffocating "punishment".
It was not until I leaned limply against his chest, which was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and gasped for breath, that he told me in a low and hoarse voice that it was not only because this was Vermouth's own business, but also because there were many suspicious points about Kuroba Toichi's "death" and it involved another organization.
Oh, actually I know, but I’m not afraid! This is confidence!
I was right and confident, and Gin seemed powerless to do anything to me, so he could only acquiesce. However, in private, he often made things difficult for Vermouth. His methods were not cruel, but they were troublesome and annoying enough, accurately stepping on Vermouth's tolerance line, and Vermouth was so angry that she even came to me to complain.
That's not important. What's important is that I've already got Kuroba Kaito. I mean, how could anyone not like someone as smart, cute, and understanding as me? A mere high school kid, no, a junior high student, and I got him!
Speaking of which, Kuroba Kaito's relationship with Vermouth is due to Vermouth being his senior, so Kuroba Kaito calls me "sister." So here comes the question, also due to Vermouth's relationship, Kudo Shinichi calls me "auntie"...
It's okay, it's okay, they both have their own opinions! Even without me, Kudo Yukiko is still Kuroba Kaito's senior sister!
Oh, by the way, Kudo Shinichi...
Hehehe, during this period of time, I have been either busy cultivating love with Gin or busy cultivating the sister-brother relationship with Kuroba Kaito. It seems like it has been a long time since I last paid attention to my dear nephew.
It was a rare occasion for me to feel a little guilty, and when I glanced down at the message from Kudo Shinichi that just popped up on my phone screen, I felt even more guilty.
I turned around and rolled into Gin's arms, tangling my fingers with the ends of his hair. I tilted my head back and looked at him with my almond-shaped eyes, which were deliberately wide open to appear innocent. I asked tentatively in a low voice, "Honey, can I take tomorrow off?"
Actually, after that day, I still called him "Big Brother," only when he forced me to do something. Gin really liked the contrast between my flirtatious personality and my shyness with this title, so it became a tacit understanding between us. As for me suddenly calling him that now...it's just a bribe to achieve my goal, not shameful.
18.
The reason for asking for leave is naturally for Kudo Shinichi!
Finally remembering to treat everyone equally, I showed up at the gate of Teitan Junior High School today and was met by a junior high student, Kudo Shinichi, who deliberately put on a sour face when he saw me.
"Okay, since you're still angry, I'll take you to a big meal, okay?" I stood on tiptoe (I hate that this kid is starting to grow taller), pinched Kudo Shinichi's face, which felt very nice, smiled embarrassedly at Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko, and quickly pulled Kudo Shinichi, who was exuding the aura of "I'm unhappy", away.
After entering the restaurant, Kudo Shinichi finally stopped looking sour. Instead, he looked around the restaurant and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Heavy bleeding?"
"No money is required. I have someone above me." I twirled my fingers in a pretentious manner.
Kudo Shinichi showed his classic crescent eyes: "Hey, hey, hey, don't think that treating me to a big meal is enough. Tell me honestly, what have you been busy with recently? You didn't reply to my messages in time, and you always gave me perfunctory calls. And the way you are now, you..."
"Hmm... well..." My eyes rolled around as I waited for a familiar figure to finally appear. Led by the waiter, I walked towards our table. I quickly stood up and waved my arms, "Here, here."
Under Kudo Shinichi's increasingly confused and wary gaze, I smiled and took the silver-haired man's arm, and said excitedly to my precious nephew, "Come on, Shin-chan, don't just stand there, call me 'uncle-in-law'."
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