Chapter 74 Chapter 74 "...Hold me."...
31.
How can I describe the scene of Gin walking over?
If storyboards existed in reality, this would definitely be the ultimate close-up of a large double-page spread drawn at great expense in a top-tier comic.
Only black and white comics can make that sense. It begins with the thick shadow across the street seeming to come alive, twisting and writhing violently before finally coalescing into a tall, oppressive, black humanoid silhouette. Then, a shiny black leather shoe rolls across the dark ground, and then another foot steps completely out of the shadows, stepping onto the edge of the pale light of the streetlight.
Then, his tall figure came into focus, the hem of his black windbreaker swaying behind him like the wings of the night itself. The light from the street lamps followed his movement, brushing across his sharp jawline and tightly pursed lips. Beneath the brim of his hat, his dark green eyes, piercing through the shadows like a beast locked on its prey, pierced the distance and aimed precisely in the direction of the camera—my direction.
Finally, he finally stopped, his figure completely looming over me, his shadow completely engulfing a certain idiot. The entire background blurred, the focus fixed on his shoulder, and me, completely enveloped by him, staring blankly in place with my eyes wide open.
Gin completely ignored the blonde woman next to him, who was elegantly blowing smoke rings and had a playful smile on her lips. His eyes fell on me, scanning me up and down, before reaching out and cupping the side of my face with his black-gloved hand.
The cool touch made me shiver slightly.
"Drunk?" His voice was even deeper than the night wind.
"Not much." I blinked hard, trying to prove that I was clear-sighted, but Gin covered my eyes with one hand. "Huh?"
"Don't look at me like that, I didn't force her to drink." In the darkness, I heard Vermouth chuckle, "She only drank one glass. I guess she's in a bad mood today."
"You're in a bad mood?" Gin let go of my eyes and looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. Then he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to his side. "Vodka, I'll take you home."
Vodka? Where can I find vodka? I looked around in confusion, only to discover that Gin’s permanent vodka had actually been diligently following Gin.
Thinking carefully, oh, he even appeared with Gin.
It’s just that Gin’s presence is too strong and too attractive. Sorry, Vodka, I really didn’t see you. It’s not that I meant not to see you!
But Vodka shouldn't notice, right?
I bet he won't notice.
Gambling is all about excitement.
That is, I still felt guilty when I got into Gin's Porsche 365A. As I frantically pulled the seat belt and buckled it, I couldn't help but mutter under my breath: "Vodka didn't notice that I didn't notice him, did he?"
After saying that, I nodded to myself: "I should be used to it. As long as Big Brother is around, I can't see anyone else, right?"
Gin just curled the corners of his lips slightly and started the car.
Without waiting for his answer, I fell asleep leaning against the window, enveloped by the familiar smell and sense of security in the car.
When I woke up again, I found myself being held horizontally in his arms, standing at the bedroom door.
"Awake?" He lowered his eyes to look at me, his expression expressionless. "Do you still need me to help you bathe?"
My eyes lit up subconsciously: "Is there such a good thing?"
Gin looked at me helplessly and speechlessly as I spoke without restraint again.
Trying to regain some composure, I rolled my eyes, smiled, and asked, "Brother, when you say 'bath', do you mean a proper bath?"
32.
I don't know what Gin had planned before, but it was obvious that Gin took my serious doubts as a provocation to him, and...
Responded directly with action.
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The black leather gloves had long since fallen off, revealing his hands with light calluses.
The water temperature was just right, wetting the cuffs of his black shirt and clinging to his sleek forearms, looking both abstinent and dangerous.
He held my slender wrist with one hand and my waist with the other, and with a little force, he pulled me close to him.
The steaming heat blurred each other's outlines, but also infinitely magnified all senses.
He half-forced me to be trapped between the cold tiles and his warm chest. My back was cold, but in front of me was his burning body temperature. The interweaving of ice and fire made me shiver uncontrollably.
The warm water from the showerhead continued to fall, wetting his silver hair. The water droplets slid down the lines of his stern face, flowed over his rolling Adam's apple, and finally sank under the collar of his black shirt, which had also been soaked in water and turned almost translucent.
He lowered his head, and the wet hair on his forehead almost touched my forehead. His breath had a faint smell of tobacco, which mixed strangely with the fragrance of shower gel, making me dizzy.
His voice was very low: "Continue?"
It is more like a long and tiring...one-sided "cleansing" and control than a bath.
His movements weren't gentle, even a little clumsy, but they were incredibly careful, as if he were wiping a property, leaving no corner untouched. His cool, lathered fingers slid across my neck, shoulder blades, back... Each touch sent a tiny electric current through my skin, making it hot and my breathing difficult.
I leaned limply against him, almost completely supported by him, my brain a mess of moisture, alcohol, and the lingering cold scent of him.
But I still had the mind to complain that it was unfair that he was still wearing clothes, so I used my weak hands to firmly tear off his shirt.
Let's put "Kaimen Yingzi never suffers a loss" on the public screen, okay?
Finally, when the sound of water stopped, he wrapped me up in a large, dry bath towel, picked me up horizontally, and walked towards the bedroom.
There was only a dim wall lamp on in the bedroom, and the light vaguely outlined the contours of the furniture, casting everything in soft shadows.
He put me on the edge of the bed and stood by it, without leaving or making any further movements. He just looked at me with deep eyes, as if he was examining an item that had been lost and found, or as if he was asking a silent question.
The air was so quiet that you could hear each other's moist breathing.
I slowly raised my head from the towel and looked him in the eye.
"Unhappy?" He suddenly spoke, breaking the silence. His tone was still his usual cold one, but there seemed to be a hint of elusive inquiry in his voice.
Are you unhappy? Of course I shouldn't be unhappy. Today is my birthday. I learned about Kaimen Yingzi's birthday for the first time. I also received a birthday present from Lei and was treated to a big dinner by Vermouth. Why should I be unhappy?
Not to mention that Gin obviously finished his mission early and rushed back specially, maybe just to celebrate my birthday.
However, as soon as I saw Gin, I couldn't help but think of that question again.
It’s Gin. Do you know that today is my birthday?
I really want to ask, but I don’t dare to ask.
It's strange, I have become a coward too.
If it were in the past, I would definitely ask Vermouth and Gin directly without hiding the truth, whether today is my birthday. Why can Ley find out and tell me, but they don’t tell me?
But now, I don’t dare to ask at all.
Gin and I are clearly his tacit boyfriend and girlfriend, so why am I not as courageous as before?
Maybe it’s because I can even imagine his possible reaction after I ask the question: perhaps an indifferent question, perhaps a brief silence, or perhaps... he won’t bother to answer at all.
And I, I, am good at looking.
I can't accept gin...
So, almost subconsciously, I chose a more intense and stupid way to cover up the panic in my heart and that pitiful expectation.
I raised my head suddenly, and when he wasn't paying attention, I jumped up from the bed, put my arms around his neck, and rushed towards his thin lips without hesitation.
It was more of a clumsy... and desperate collision than a kiss. Her teeth even knocked against his lips, causing slight pain and a strong smell of rust.
I closed my eyes, not daring to look at his expression, and just used brute force to press my lips against his.
Then, they separated at the first touch.
Having had enough pleasure, I let go of my hands, and my exhausted body fell back onto the bed, or rather, crashed back onto the bed, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
I was panting, my cheeks were burning hot enough to boil an egg, and my almond-shaped eyes, which were watery with excitement, looked straight into his dark green eyes which suddenly became bottomless.
Drops of water slid down Gin's silver hair, dripped onto his straight nose, and slowly rolled down to his lips. At the same time, a trace of bright red blood oozed from the tiny cut on his lip, which looked particularly glaring on his pale skin.
I felt good at the moment of impulse, but at this moment, looking at that touch of red, I became timid again.
I raised my slightly trembling right hand, my voice so weak that it was almost inaudible, but it was filled with a desperate stickiness and dependence:
“…Hold me.”
It's not a request, it's a demand.
Yes, I'm going to sleep with Gin. Who cares if he knows my birthday? He's my boyfriend, and I'm going to sleep with him. If he doesn't prepare a birthday gift for me, then pay him back with your body, nianianiania~
Gin was silent for a few seconds, and just before I was about to speak again... he pressed down, lowered his head, and sealed my lips fiercely with an almost predatory gesture.
This time, compared to my previous impulse, Gin's invasion was thorough and full of punishment and possession. He forcefully pried open my teeth, penetrated into every corner, entangled, sucked, with the taste of blood, as if he wanted to tear me apart and eat me whole.
I don't know when the bath towel was crumpled into a ball... I tilted my head back to endure his dense kisses, or rather bites... Pain and pleasure intertwined, and my rationality was completely overwhelmed.
The dim light swayed in the field of vision and finally shattered, like a bizarre dream.
Her fingertips unconsciously sank into his strong back muscles, leaving shallow red marks, and her whimpers were completely swallowed up by the deeper kiss.
He seemed extremely satisfied with my reaction, and every action he took was filled with an almost cruel tenderness, forcing out more tears and broken moans from me.
In this long and agonizing struggle, my consciousness finally faded. My last memory was his heavy, hot breathing against my neck, and a voice so low it almost blended into the darkness, yet every word was crystal clear:
"Happy birthday."
...Is it true that he came back to celebrate my birthday?
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