Chapter 8 Chapter 8 A man's heart is like a needle in the sea
twenty one.
I no longer had time to be obsessed with how handsome Gin was now, so I just acted like a fool in front of Gin.
Gin was also very calm. He looked at me calmly without any fluctuation in his eyes.
He did show some emotion, and one could see a subtle hint of confusion.
This is very rare, after all, this is gin!!!
Oh no, was I wrong? Was he really mad? So mad that he wanted to kick me out?
Without thinking, I rushed over and put my arms around Gin's arms: "Ahhhhhhhhhh, brother, don't!"
"Don't want what?" Gin tried to shake it off, but he didn't get rid of it. He frowned and grabbed my hands with his big hands, trying to move them away. But because of my excessive screaming, he took a deep breath and said, "Shut up, don't scream."
I stared with eyes wide open, asking in disbelief, "How could I not scream when you were about to kick me out? Ahhhhh it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much!"
Gin resisted the urge to cover his ears, probably because he didn't want to lower his status. He warned me coldly: "If you don't want me to hurt you, don't touch me."
I ignored the warning. All I could think about was the bad news that I had to move back home after just one day of enjoying an apartment with an elevator.
Come on, I just moved in yesterday! With so much stuff, a low-energy rat like me should have spent days moving and organizing it. But I packed it in a day, relying on the motivation of moving to an apartment with an elevator and the fear of Gin throwing it back if I was slow.
In the end, Gin still wants to send me back?
Then what were my efforts yesterday?
Do I like moving?
I! Can’t! ! ! Accept it! ! !
If he insists on sending me back, then I... I really can't forgive him!
Thinking of this, she became furious. Even a rabbit will bite when it is angry. When Yingzi is angry... she gritted her teeth and refused to let go of Gin's arm.
Hold me tight, hold me tight, hold me tight in your arms.
With my determination to win, I will never let Gin get away from me, unless -
Unless I die in pain.
But, even if it hurts, I want to die holding Gin in my arms, and I want to die in a house with an elevator, unless—
Gin arranged another house for me, as long as it had an elevator. My requirements were really not high at all.
That’s what I thought, and I couldn’t help it. Maybe people can’t help but think when they’re in severe pain.
I'm not a fighter with strong willpower, and I'm particularly afraid of pain. I can say that if I accidentally make a mistake in the future and am thrown into an interrogation room, I may not even need to be injected with truth serum, or even use any torture instruments. I'll just tell everything.
Kaimen Yingzi, who had no future at all, screamed and expressed all her thoughts.
Gin seemed even angrier after hearing that. He held my hand tighter and leaned closer to me, so close that he could bite my ear in the next second: "Are you here for the elevator?"
"It can also be for big brother, big brother, my destined big brother, I really can't leave you!" I had tears in my eyes, really tears in my eyes, my big almond eyes were full of tears, the kind that would flow out if I blinked hard.
I turned my head to catch Gin's eye. In his narrow, dark green eyes, I saw me pouting and saying aggrievedly, "Anything is fine. I'm willing to do anything, as long as..."
"Liar, you just want the elevator." Gin sneered and moved closer to me.
The long silver hair flowed from his hand to my arm. My fingertips could touch a few flexible hairs, which were cold, as if they were entangled by a poisonous snake.
The tip of his nose could smell the scent of Gin who was so close to him. After taking a shower, the smell of gunpowder had dissipated, but he could still faintly smell the smell of alcohol, lingering densely between the two faces that were so close to each other.
"Then, moving to..." What I originally wanted to ask was whether I should move to Vodka's place.
Actually, it’s okay. It’s an apartment with an elevator, and it’s just downstairs. I can also shake vodka to help, so it’s not too tiring, right?
But I didn't dare say it.
Always discerning at critical moments, I asked tentatively, "Can we not move?"
"Can't bear to leave me? Or do you want to avoid trouble?"
Help, if Gin comes any closer, my nose will be bitten off.
This is my real nose! I've never had surgery! I don't want to lie on a cold operating table!
I subconsciously leaned back and smiled awkwardly, "The main reason is that I don't want to leave Big Brother."
Gin's eyes darkened, and a mocking arc appeared on his lips: "Why, are you afraid that I will bite you?"
"How could that be possible? I'm afraid that if I get carried away by lust, it would be bad for Big Brother."
After hearing this, I suddenly understood.
Gin regrets letting me move in. Is he afraid that I'll take advantage of him?
Gin wasn't this stingy before.
As I said before, I have been testing Gin's bottom line towards me, and of course there is also a bottom line that allows me to take advantage of him.
Although Gin is a person who keeps strangers, men and women, away from him and is incompatible with the other members of the Black Organization who have a chaotic sex life, after I tempted him several times, he was too lazy to pay attention to my occasional attempts to take advantage of him.
That's why I always thought that Gin was a good person, or at least a good boss, who could turn a blind eye and let his subordinates, like me, work willingly, using both material (? ? ) and spiritual (? ? ) rewards.
It may also be because he is too lazy to bother with me.
The rest of the Black Organization was afraid of interacting with Gin. Aside from the newcomers and the brave ones like Vermouth, few dared to actively express their affection for him or even try to relax with him over drinks. Gin hated the crude, crude forms of relaxation that men and women could only indulge in. Of course, I'd also secretly had sex with Vermouth.
Uh, it's definitely impossible for Cricket Gin and I to be together.
What we two are arguing about is that Gin is completely uninterested in this, because he is naturally suspicious and cautious. He doesn't trust others, and he doesn't want to spend vulnerable moments with others, such as being naked and honest with others. Gin won't give anyone the opportunity to attack him.
Then someone might ask, since Vermouth knows all this, why does she often invite Gin to make cocktails with her?
Because she is kind!
Ahem, no, because she thought it was funny to see Gin pretending not to hear anything.
And Gin tolerates my frequent attempts to touch him because he doesn't take me seriously and doesn't think I'm a threat. He also knows that I don't dare to have any real thoughts about him, right?
But, I drank too much the day before yesterday, and I spoke the truth after drinking and confessed my feelings to him!
It seems that Gin still remembered it. Although he later pretended that nothing had happened by jokingly asking me to take responsibility, he was still worried after I moved in.
What was he worried about? Was he worried that I'd force myself on him? Or was he worried that I'd drug him? Get him drunk and make him sleep?
I need to have the courage! Didn’t you see I was worried about sleepwalking again, so I locked myself up twice?
I showed my wet puppy eyes and said to Gin sincerely: "Brother, I promise you, I will absolutely..."
"It's not because of this." Gin didn't let me continue to express my loyalty, but interrupted me lightly.
I opened my mouth in confusion: "Huh?"
While I was relaxing, Gin skillfully untied my restraint on his arm, stood up, patted my head and said, "Don't think too much, it has nothing to do with you."
"But didn't you say you were wondering why you asked me to move in? How could it have nothing to do with me?" I couldn't help but stood up and looked at Gin's back as he left, and asked.
Gin didn't look back: "This is my business, it has nothing to do with you."
"ah?"
"You don't need to know too much." Gin paused, and before the figure completely left, he spoke again, "I won't let you move away, go back to sleep."
What, what is this?
Is a man's heart as unfathomable as the sea?
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