Chapter 91 Chapter 91 (Including 10k nutrient solution supplement) ...
72.
He paused in his touch against my neck. His warm breath fanned across my skin, bringing a slight numbing sensation that made my heart race.
He didn't leave immediately, but he didn't move any further either. He just maintained this almost cuddling posture, as if silently evaluating something.
I moved slightly, trying to create some distance so that I could see his expression more clearly.
His arms loosened a little, allowing me to move, but still held me.
The bedroom was still lit by a single dim wall lamp, its light vaguely outlining his cold, hard profile. He lowered his eyes to look at me, his dark green pupils appearing even deeper in the darkness, like two bottomless pools, seething with indiscernible emotions. But at least, I didn't detect a trace of impatience.
"What to talk about?" His low voice broke the silence, with a barely noticeable hoarseness.
I took a deep breath and knew my chance had come.
"First of all," I said, looking into his eyes, trying to sound calm and serious, "I know you locked me up to protect me. Thank you."
Don’t think I’m stupid and can’t see your good intentions. I understand the truth, but!
He raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, said nothing, and motioned me to continue.
"But," I changed the subject, my tone filled with suppressed grievance and dissatisfaction, "I don't like this approach. I really, really, really don't like it."
I used three "very" in a row to emphasize my dislike.
I don't believe Gin can be so dull that he can't even notice how much I dislike him.
I raised my hand and gently poked his hard chest. "We're a couple, right? Not superior and subordinate, nor... at least not just guardian and ward, right? When you encounter problems, especially those involving me, can you... not always make your own decisions and then directly inform me of the results? Even if you had said to me, 'Cooperate and stay home quietly for a few days' before locking me up, I wouldn't be so angry!"
The more I spoke, the more aggrieved I felt, and my voice unconsciously rose. "If you don't say anything and just lock me up, I'll have all sorts of wild thoughts and get scared. I'll think you don't trust me at all, that in your heart I'm still a child who needs to be disciplined and has no right to know!"
Gin listened silently, his dark green eyes reflecting the dim light without any ripples. He didn't interrupt me, just looked at me and listened to me vent my frustration and anxiety.
"I know the organization has a lot of rules, and there are some things you can't say, or it's inconvenient to say." I took a deep breath, trying to calm my rapid breathing. I slowed my tone, cautiously testing and negotiating, "I understand. But, regarding me, regarding how you plan to 'protect' me, can you... tell me a little bit? So that I can be mentally prepared, instead of being kept in the dark like a fool, waiting for you to give me some information?"
I looked at his expression, which remained unchanged, and felt a little nervous, but I still bravely said the last and most important words:
"Zhen, what I want is mutual respect and trust. After all this time, you should trust me to understand your difficulties and to keep my mouth shut and not cause trouble for either me or you. It's not like now... a one-sided 'for my own good'."
"Take the Pramya incident for example. If you showed that you trusted me, I would definitely come directly to you instead of looking for Scotland for cooperation, right?"
After saying this, I held my breath and looked at him nervously, waiting for his reaction. I didn't know how much of this I was saying to him, nor did I know if he would think I was being unreasonable.
The light from the wall lamp cast bright and dark shadows on his face, making his already cold features appear even more profound and unpredictable.
He didn't speak for a long time, just staring at me with his bottomless eyes, as if weighing something and thinking.
Time slipped away in the almost stagnant air. Just when I was about to give up and thought he wouldn't respond at all, he finally moved his thin lips and spoke in a low voice:
“…Is that all?”
I was stunned for a moment and nodded: "...Yeah."
He raised his hand, but instead of tapping my forehead or pinching my face as usual, he used his fingertips to roughly rub the corners of my eyes - I don't know when, but a little moisture had seeped out from there due to excitement and grievance.
Then, I almost thought I was hallucinating... I heard him sigh almost inaudibly, and the sound dissipated in the quiet air.
"Trouble." He spat out two words, but there was not much annoyance in his tone, but rather a bit of...helplessness as if he accepted his fate.
He held me in his arms again, this time much more gently than before, with a kind of conciliatory tone. His voice rang close to my ear:
"I didn't do anything to Scotland."
I suddenly raised my head and looked at him in disbelief, and met his calm dark green eyes.
He lowered his eyes and looked at me, his gaze not evading any hesitation: "If I want to kill him, will you turn against me?"
I hesitated a little guiltily: "That's not the case..."
"No, not really. But you blame yourself and cry all the time, but you don't dare to argue with me, for fear that I'll get mad and get rid of you too." Gin chuckled nonchalantly, but his words sharply cut through my heart. "You complain that I won't tell you anything and don't trust you, but what about you? You're the same. You've never truly trusted me, right?"
"I didn't." I retorted subconsciously, but my voice lacked confidence.
"You didn't?" Gin's eyes suddenly became sharp, shining like a searchlight directly into the corner of my guilty conscience. "Aren't you looking for help because you're afraid I'll kill you?"
I was silent for a moment.
Oh no, I was trying to smuggle the blame onto Gin, but I got discovered.
The main thing is... what Gin said was indeed the truth. He saw it, and I couldn't deny it. Since I chose to have a good talk with him, it was reasonable for him to ask me, and it was also reasonable for me to be truly honest.
"Kaimen Yingzi, remember this." I heard Gin say, "I'll say it again, I won't hurt you for anyone else, and similarly, I won't give others the chance to hurt you."
"I have cleaned up the traces they left behind. No one will suspect you. The organization will also send other people to investigate their whereabouts. Shirley is very important, you should know that."
"They'd better hide well. Otherwise, I will deal with them before the organization catches them and eliminate the trouble forever."
I opened my mouth, wanting to ask him how he did it, how he could guarantee that no one would suspect me, and I also wanted to ask if he was in any danger, but when I looked into his eyes, which were calm and almost cold, all the questions got stuck in my throat.
"As for the future..." He paused, his slender fingers unconsciously curling the ends of my hair, entwining and playing with it, "Try to be quiet. If you insist on doing it... tell me in advance."
He looked at me, his eyes filled with warning, yet magically mixed with a little bit... or perhaps a tiny bit of compromise: "Don't let me know in the end."
He knew that I hated the organization and knew what I was doing in secret, but he didn't kill me for the organization. In fact, he didn't deal with Scotland and the others directly out of consideration for my ridiculous feelings to him.
For Gin, who has always believed in preparing for a rainy day and eradicating the problem completely... this is no longer like him.
Moreover, he knew I would not be completely ‘peaceful’, so he backed off and just asked me to inform him in advance.”
I looked at him, feeling mixed emotions.
After a while, I reached out and put my arms around his neck, burying my burning cheeks deep in the crook of his neck that carried a cold breath, and muffledly responded: "...Yeah."
"Zhen," I said quietly, almost whispering, "I'll try...to cause you as little trouble as possible."
He snorted and didn't comment, but his arms around me tightened a little.
Oh, yes, speaking of whole grains...
A warm hand covered my lower abdomen, and his body temperature could be felt through the thin fabric. "Are you hungry?"
My eyes wandered for a moment: "Well..."
"Didn't Vodka deliver your meal on time? Are you throwing a tantrum and refusing to eat? Huh?" Gin asked these three soul-searching questions in a calm tone, but with an invisible pressure that made my scalp tingle.
I had a feeling that if I didn't clarify immediately, not only would Vodka be in trouble, but I'd also be in for a lecture. Even for Vodka's sake... well, even for my own sake, I had to explain quickly!
"Of course Vodka sent me food, and I ate it! Wow, Zhen, you misunderstood me again! Am I the kind of person who would go on a hunger strike to protest against my stomach? When have I ever treated it badly?" I tried to make my expression look sincere and innocent. "It's mainly because... the food Vodka sent tasted a bit... well, you know, my appetite is directly related to the deliciousness of the food... I ate it, but I felt full after eating very little."
Gin still said nothing, but just looked at me solemnly with those eyes that could see through everything, obviously not completely believing what I said.
After all, the vodka was delivered from the same restaurant that I had pestered them to go to several times before. The deliciousness of it... was indeed a bit far-fetched. It couldn't be that the chef had performed poorly.
Under his oppressive gaze, I drooped my eyelashes guiltily, my voice trailing off as I mumbled with a touch of self-abandonment, "Okay, okay, I admit, there was a little bit... I was angry, so my appetite wasn't very good either. But isn't that still your fault? Who told you to treat me like that!"
Gin still didn't speak, and silence enveloped him like an invisible net.
My temper flared up again, a little arrogant and a little spoiled. I reached out and pinched the back of his muscular hand, neither too hard nor too soft, and whined, "I don't care. I've waited for you for so long, so late, it's normal for me to be hungry now! This is all your fault, you have to compensate me!"
73.
Of course Gin knew what kind of person I was. He glanced at me, and the word "troublemaker" was clearly written in his eyes.
Still, he turned and headed towards the kitchen.
There were only two tomatoes and three eggs left in the refrigerator, and some noodles in the cupboard. Without a doubt, tonight's choice for supper would be tomato and egg noodles.
"Hey, tomato and egg noodles, I love it!" I happily watched Gin put on the apron I carefully designed for him, with a cute portrait of a silver-haired man in black on the chest, and he didn't forget to say, "Add more white pepper, I love it, love it, love it!"
Gin beats eggs, cuts tomatoes... every movement is done with his unique precision and efficiency.
I hugged his slender waist from behind like a koala, pressed my cheek against his broad back, and felt the taut muscle lines under his clothes.
"I wish it could be like this forever." I murmured softly, my fingers unconsciously drawing circles on his waist. "You cook and I hold you."
When I said it out loud, I realized that I had actually started to fantasize about my future with Gin.
And it's the kind that actually has pictures...
Gin snorted lightly, too lazy to say anything, but he didn't tear me off him either.
He took out a deep pot, heated it, poured oil into it, and fried the garlic slices smoothly. Amid the sizzling sound of the oil, eggs and tomatoes were put into the pot one after another. The rich aroma burst out instantly, making my stomach growl.
He seemed not to hear and calmly poured in the can of tomatoes. The bright red sauce bubbled in the pot, and the sweet and sour steam lingered in the light.
I looked at his focused profile, a few strands of silver hair falling in front of his forehead, and his dark green eyes seemed less cold under the mist of water vapor.
Finally, he added more white pepper according to my taste, turned off the heat, and served it in a bowl.
Two bowls of delicious tomato and egg noodles were placed on the dining table.
I almost rushed to the dining table, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a big mouthful and stuffed it into my mouth. It was so hot that I was breathing hard but I couldn't bear to spit it out.
Gin and I sat across from him, slowly and leisurely eating his own bowl. I wolfed down half the plate before slowing down, and only then did I notice that he was eating very seriously, even a little... eagerly?
"You... haven't eaten anything all day?" I put down my chopsticks and looked at him.
Gin didn't look up, but said calmly: "Aren't I going to finish it for you?"
"Is it really necessary to not eat for a whole day? Don't lie to me." I couldn't help but frown. "My misfortune wasn't that serious, was it? Ah, did you still go looking for..."
I didn't say the name of Scotland.
Gin let Scotland go, was it because he found Scotland, or at least contacted Scotland? That way, he could make sure all traces of me were wiped out, and also warn Scotland not to betray me or anything like that...
He looked up at me and didn't deny it, which was considered as his consent.
"If I don't cry out for hunger, are you going to stay hungry forever?" I put down my chopsticks, my voice tinged with anger. "Even for me, you can't skip meals. Workaholics aren't like that, are they? Eating is just for maintaining vital signs for you, right? Look at Vermouth and the others. They can still use public funds to eat delicious food when they're on missions. What about you? If I didn't frequently replenish the car with food, would you and Vodka be living on convenience store rice balls?"
The contrast is so sad. They are all codenamed members of the Black Organization, but some of them are enjoying red wine in high-end restaurants, while others can only eat rice balls in the cold wind.
I won't allow it!
Gin listened to my scolding in silence, eating the last few noodles slowly.
His stubborn attitude makes me even more angry.
"How dare you criticize me? You can't even take care of yourself, and yet you always blame me for being troublesome!"
At this moment, Gin suddenly chuckled, put down his fork, and wiped the corner of his mouth with his napkin. He looked up at me, and a rare genuine smile appeared in his dark green eyes. "Why do you get angry so easily?"
"You don't take good care of yourself, and you blame me for being angry?" I was stunned by his smile, and then I became even more annoyed. "You're starving yourself, and you still want to teach me a lesson?"
"I don't plan to starve myself." He suddenly said, lowering his voice with a hint of meaning.
I was stunned and didn't understand what he meant.
Gin stood up and walked around the table to me. He leaned over, put his hands on my sides, and held me in his arms, his long silver hair falling and brushing my cheek.
"Are you full?" he asked, his voice close and with a hint of burning breath.
I nodded dumbly: "...I'm full."
He raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction, and his smile carried a hunting-like danger and certainty.
"That's good," he whispered, like a verdict, "it's my turn."
The next second, I screamed and was easily picked up from the chair by him and placed on the dining table covered with the warm yellow plaid tablecloth that I carefully selected.
The dishes were pushed aside with a slight clatter.
He stood between my legs, leaning in closer, his tall figure completely covering me, blocking out the light.
His kiss fell, carrying the sour aroma of tomatoes, the scent of eggs, and his own cold breath, intertwined into a dizzying smell.
This kiss wasn't punitive or possessive like usual, but rather... slow and measured, like tasting or confirming.
My back rested against the table, my hands instinctively grasping the fabric of his shirt. His palms pressed against my waist, their warmth surprisingly intense through the thin layer of pajamas. His breathing grew heavier, brushing against my ears and the side of my neck, bringing shivers down my spine.
He wasn't eager, his movements could even be described as deliberate, yet each step was punctuated by undeniable control. His fingertips traced the lines of his spine, bringing a delicate tingle, while his lips and tongue lingered near his collarbone, leaving a moist trail. The air around him seemed to grow thicker, filled with the lingering aroma of food, the cool aura of his body, and a gradually rising... a tipsy, ambiguous feeling.
I could feel his heartbeat, steady and powerful, passing through our chests, gradually blending with my own. My vision was blurry, and I could only make out the slight trembling of his silver eyelashes, just a few inches away, and the dark pools beneath his eyes... a deep green pool churning with emotion.
When everything came to an end, I collapsed on the table and couldn't help but complain quietly:
"The table is too hard, it hurts..."
He paused, without answering, but easily picked me up again in the same position as before.
My body suddenly felt suspended in mid-air, and I subconsciously clung to him even tighter. The short distance from the dining room to the bedroom seemed incredibly long because of our close embrace. His steps were steady, and his arm around me didn't waver at all.
It's really torturing me to death.
He pushed the bedroom door open with his shoulder, and a deeper darkness descended. He carried me to the large bed, leaning over to tuck me into the soft covers. Our bodies never separated, and the transition from the hard tabletop to the soft bed heightened all my senses.
He slumped over her again, his long silver hair cascading down the pillow. This time, his movements lacked the gentleness of the previous time, mindful of the table's discomfort, but instead carried an irresistible depth. The soft cushions supported her body, a stark contrast to the hard surface of the table, yet only drew her deeper into the vortex he had mastered.
The darkness amplified every tiny sound.
His heavy breathing, the rustling of fabric, and the small, uncontrollable sounds I made myself... His kiss returned, even more intense than before, with a heat that seemed to consume me. His fingers threaded through my hair, gripping the back of my neck, deepening the kiss and the immersion.
74.
I can't count how many times I fainted, woke up, and called "husband" before I saw the daylight. I only remember that in the end, Gin's kiss was imprinted on my forehead.
"You have to stay home for a few more days." His hand caressed my aching waist. "Spend Christmas Eve at home. Vodka and I will be with you."
Yes, it seems that Gin has made progress and he tells me in advance that I still need to stay at home for a while, and I don’t know when it will end.
No, you actually stayed at home until the end of the year?
Isn't this right?
"No, no, no." I tried to speak louder. "You brought something with you, didn't you?"
I don't believe that I had to stay in hiding for so long because of my Scottish defection! According to Gin, the organization shouldn't have been suspicious of me, so why did they need to keep me locked up for so long?
If I have to be under house arrest for this long, I would rather go through the interrogation room!
——However, the prerequisite is that Gin will be my interrogator.
—You can't give me Veritaserum yet. After all, I really have so many secrets! Putting aside other things, just the fact that I have memories of the future plot of this world, if the Black Organization knew about it, I would definitely be thrown into the lab and become a test subject!
——Okay, I withdraw my words. I'd better stay at home honestly.
"My dear, you have to know." Gin increased the strength of his hands faintly. When he heard me groan, he bit my ear with satisfaction and said, "If you don't suffer, I can't suffer either, right?"
...Why didn’t I understand!!!
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Yes, I have my own personal opinion. Tomato and egg noodles with canned tomatoes and white pepper are really delicious. Anyone who has tried it will know!!!
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