Chapter 89 Chapter 89 [My only brother: You are the best now...
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"Let go," I slapped his hand away from my chin, my tone hard, "I'm angry! I don't want to talk to you!"
Gin frowned slightly, as if he didn't expect this reaction from me.
I can only say that he understands me, but he still doesn't understand me well enough, or rather, he doesn't understand how unruly I, who is already unruly, can be after being spoiled by him.
Maybe I'm the only one who can get away with beating Gin.
They may even turn the tables and feel justified in being "angry".
He lifted himself up, lessening his weight on me. He kept one hand on my waist, preventing me from escaping. His other hand reached out, this time not to pinch my chin but to touch my swollen lips. He raised his eyebrows slightly, "You..."
I suddenly turned my head to avoid his touch, and at the same time slapped his hand on my waist away with force, making a crisp "pop" sound.
"Don't touch me!" I glared at him, like an irritated cat with its fur standing up, and used my hands and feet to move to the other side of the bed, trying to keep some distance.
However, just as I moved away from him by less than half an arm's length, my waist suddenly tightened.
Yes, Gin stretched out his long arm and easily pulled me back into his arms.
This time he controlled his strength a little more. It was no longer the punitive restraint from before, but more like an embrace that could not be refused.
"What's up?" His deep voice echoed overhead, a hint of helpless indulgence. His arms closed, locking me firmly against his chest. My back pressed against his warm, firm chest, and I could even feel his steady heartbeat.
"Who's causing trouble?" I struggled, but finding it futile, I froze in anger. My body remained stiff, expressing my dissatisfaction. "You were the one who started to act recklessly and violently, and... you even misunderstood me!"
Even though I really didn't intend to pledge allegiance to the organization... Yeah, if I didn't even intend to pledge allegiance, how could it be considered betrayal? As for the Black Organization raising me, I... I'm an ungrateful person!
Besides, if it weren’t for the Black Organization, I might not be an orphan. Would I need to be raised by the organization?
As for whether I betrayed Gin...
I don't have one, but if Gin really binds himself to the Black Organization...
Hard to say.
But why do I feel that... Gin's anger this time is not only because I let Scotland, an undercover agent, go without the knowledge of the Black Organization, and also because I let the Miyano sisters go, but also because...
Did he think that I was hiding things from him, that I didn't trust him enough, and that I was betraying him...
Gin was silent for a moment, then gently rubbed his chin against the top of my head. This small, soothing gesture made my tense body relax a little.
Yes, it’s not Heytea, it’s Yidiandian.
"Forget about the Pramya matter. I didn't intend to teach you a lesson." He said, bringing the matter to a close and not pursuing me any further. Although he quietly finished the matter for me without saying a word to me, it seemed that he had never intended to teach me a lesson from the beginning. "But Scotland..."
I was secretly happy at first, but my heart started to lift again.
"How did you get in touch with him?" Gin's voice regained some of its calmness and prudence, his fingers unconsciously twisting a strand of my hair. "Where did he escape to?"
My body froze instantly.
He still had to ask this.
"Why are you asking this?" I turned my head sharply, looking warily at his face so close to me. "Do you want to attack him?"
Gin's dark green eyes were bottomless. He looked at me and didn't deny it. "If he fell into the hands of the organization, do you think he could withstand the interrogation and not give you up?"
My breath caught.
"He won't!" I retorted subconsciously.
Come on, that's Scotland, how is that possible!
Instead of worrying that he would betray me, I should be more worried that if he was discovered by the organization, he would not care who the person was, even if it was Ley who exposed his FBI identity, or Bourbon who was dyed with his childhood friend, he would choose to commit suicide in order not to implicate others.
After all, just the original plot alone shows that Morofushi Kagemitsu would be so determined, not to mention that now he not only has to protect me, but also the Miyano sisters who were brought out of the Black Organization by him. He carries more secrets than in his previous life.
If that's the case, what's the point of all this trouble?
No, I saved both Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda, and Morifushi Kagemitsu cannot be killed by the plot!
Absolutely not!
"You trust a mouse so much?" Gin's voice turned cold. The fingers that were gripping my hair applied a little force, but he loosened his grip in time before it hurt. "You trust it so much that you'd risk your own life?"
"I don't trust him, I just..." I was speechless, not knowing how to explain.
Do you want me to say I know the plot? I can't bring myself to say that.
Gin stared at me, and a storm gathered in those eyes that seemed to see through everything: "Eiko, how many things are you hiding from me?"
This sentence was like a needle, piercing my shell of forced calm.
I admit, I was impulsive again.
I raised my head, meeting his scrutinizing gaze, and retorted, "What about you? Zhen, how many secrets are you hiding from me?"
I felt his arms around me tighten instantly.
"You've been hiding a lot from me, and I've asked you before, but you refused to tell me. So—" I looked at his face, which darkened instantly, my heart pounding, but I still managed to speak it out loud. "Everyone has secrets, that's only fair, isn't it?"
"Fair?" Gin let out a short, cold sneer from his throat, as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous.
The anger that had just subsided in his eyes surged again, even more intense than before. He suddenly lowered his head, and it seemed that he wanted to use that punitive method to block my mouth, so that I could not say anything that would make him unhappy.
I was prepared. The moment he lowered his head and moved closer, I quickly raised my hand and covered his mouth.
"Hmm!" His movements were blocked, and he groaned unhappily. His warm and moist breath sprayed on my palm, carrying a dangerous scent.
However, my resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. He easily grabbed my wrist, forcibly pulled my hand away, and pressed it against the pillow. His strength was astonishing, and I couldn't break free.
"You...!" The rest of my words were cut off by his lips covering mine again.
I struggled feebly beneath him for a few moments, but ultimately could only passively endure. The oxygen became thinner again, my brain felt dizzy, and all my resistance and questions were shattered by this kiss.
I don't know how long it was before he let me go, panting.
My lips were definitely more swollen and burning.
He rested his hand against my forehead, breathing heavily. His dark green eyes, at such close range, looked like two bottomless whirlpools. He stared into my hazy eyes, speaking each word in a hoarse voice that carried a certain weight of power:
"Just remember one thing, Yingzi."
His fingertips brushed my swollen lips, his movements gentle and inconsistent with his tone, but the words he spoke carried a cold weight:
"I may be hiding something from you, but I will never harm you."
I gasped and muttered softly, complaining a bit in self-abandonment: "...Now this is the only way you can use to make me shut up."
Gin heard this, and a smile that was almost malicious flashed in his eyes. He lowered his head, and his warm lips pressed against my ear. His breath made me shudder.
"If you don't like this method," he said in a low voice with a dangerous magnetism and full of suggestion, "I don't mind using something else... something that will make you speechless."
His knees pushed my legs apart irresistibly, and the heat of his body and a sense of lurking threat were clearly conveyed to me.
I:"……"
Immediately gave up.
He who knows the times is a hero.
If I continue to provoke him, I'll probably be unable to get out of bed for several days.
I was planning to continue being angry, but now I can't get angry anymore.
How should I put it? Maybe now is not the time to be angry. You can be angry at any time, but maybe now I can take advantage of the situation and press on.
For example...
I circumvented the subject: "You said before that you helped me clean up the mess. So, are you more angry that I indirectly poached people from the organization this time, or that I chose someone else?"
I looked at Gin, who remained silent, and asked earnestly, "Am I really more important to you than the organization?"
Gin did turn down a mission from the Black Organization in order to take care of me. That time made me realize that Gin really liked me. Even though he didn't say it much, he was really attracted to me - and by the way, I'd like to praise myself, hehe, even Gin was fascinated by me.
However, temporarily turning down the Black Organization's mission was one thing, and tolerating my actions behind their backs was another. If helping me clean up the mess with Rum was because he interpreted it as me hating Pramya and not wanting Rum to have more available personnel, he also tolerated my collaboration with Scotland and, despite my denial, his belief that Scotland's taking the Miyano sisters with him was definitely connected to me.
There was no real punishment, no one tied me up and tortured me, and even... my suspicious behavior was not reported to the higher-ups of the organization.
Does this mean that he is attracted to me more than I understand, or even more than he realizes?
This can make the Black Organization's most loyal top killer, who is always on the road to catching mice, tolerate people around him letting mice get away.
If it's true, does it mean that I can do more...
Not only that, but perhaps, I can also...
Gin didn't answer my question. He just stared at me with a burning gaze, and there was no emotion in his voice: "Do you think this is a conflict?"
He posed the question again.
I took a deep breath, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. My nails dug into my palms, causing a slight pain to keep me awake. I met his gaze, and as if making some kind of resolution, I gently bit my still-tingling lip. My voice was quiet, but clear, as I asked, "What if I say conflict?"
What if I really showed you my disgust for the Black Organization and told you openly that I was going to betray the organization?
Will you capture me and hand me over to the organization, or just shoot me to death, or...
Leave with me?
Gin, would there be even the slightest possibility that he would choose... to stand on my side?
Gin didn't make any reaction I expected. He just raised his hand. His fingertips were a little rough, with thin calluses from years of holding guns. He gently rubbed my cheek with an almost weird gentleness in his movements that was inconsistent with the look in his eyes at the moment.
He sneered, probably laughing at the fact that I was angry just now because he suspected that I had betrayed the organization, but now I stopped pretending.
After that, he said slowly: "Yingzi, you are too impulsive."
?
What does this mean?
I blinked blankly, completely lost in his train of thought. What kind of answer was that? Was he criticizing me for not considering the consequences? Or was he… hinting at something else?
Before I could ask, Gin let go of me, got off the bed neatly, and walked towards the door with his tall figure.
I subconsciously asked, "Eh? Where are you going?"
He stopped at the door, turned his back to me and said, "I'll go finish it for you."
Ending? What end?
My head buzzed, and I reacted instantly—
Considering the previous conversation, is he still going to attack Scotland?!
"Wait!" I practically jumped off the bed, ran over barefoot, and grabbed his hand. "Are you really going to attack Scotland?"
Gin didn't look back, but I could clearly feel that the air around him suddenly became icy cold again, as if an invisible chill was spreading from him.
I gritted my teeth and said, "He really won't get me into trouble. Can you please let him go?"
68.
Gin ignored me and still didn't look back at me.
An irresistible force came from my wrist, and he easily broke free from my pull. Before I could react, he turned around, picked me up by the waist again, and threw me back onto the soft big bed without mercy.
"Bang!"
My body hit the mattress, bounced up and down, and I felt dizzy.
When I struggled to get up again, the bedroom door had already been closed from the outside with a "click".
No lock.
69.
Because it was the front door of the house that was locked.
Gin locked me up.
I twisted the doorknob repeatedly but couldn't open the door. I paused for two seconds and quickly opened my phone to contact Bourbon.
Scotland is definitely not an option. He didn't give me any way to contact Zhu Fu Jingguang. He said that the best option is that I can't contact him.
Let’s try our best to contact Bourbon first——
The first thing I saw was Gin's warning message.
[My only brother: You'd better not contact anyone now.]
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