Chapter 93 Chapter 93 "Still clamoring for the sofa?" ...
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Gin's words gave me a chill, the hairs on the back of my neck almost stood up at his sinister tone, and I finally managed to... suppress the urge to roll my eyes.
I'm really impressed. When will Gin give up his completely dark villain persona in front of me and stop scaring me?
If it were someone else... well, let's not drag others down. But if it were me, who hadn't had a heart-to-heart talk with him a few days ago, I would probably be scared to death by his cold word "die". I would think that Gin was going back on his word and was determined to kill Shirley.
...Qiaodou Madai, is he testing me like this?
Testing whether I really trust him?
Is he also testing whether I listened to what he said to me before?
I have to say, it's very credible.
Okay, okay, you're playing tricks on me, huh? Then he's got the right person!
I immediately put on a serious expression, trying to make my eyes look serious and sad, like, "Liang Sheng, can we not be sad?"
"Zhen, didn't you promise me..."
Before he could finish his words, Gin narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous light flashed between his pupils, like a leopard staring at its prey.
So the question is, who is the prey? It's so hard to guess.
After being looked at like that, I finally gave up pretending. I sighed silently, my shoulders slumping. "Could you please speak properly?"
Gin raised an eyebrow, his tone a little playful: "Oh?"
"You mean to let Shirley fake her death? You suddenly say the word 'death' to test me? Aren't you afraid that I will really make trouble with you?" I exposed him angrily, puffing up my cheeks in anger.
As soon as I finished speaking, Gin grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap, unstoppable. He held me tightly in his arms, lowered his head, and pressed his lips against my ear, rubbing it gently with his teeth. His suggestive voice, tinged with a burning breath, poured into me:
"Then I will really lock you up in a place only I know, and you will never be able to leave me."
I was already a mature and capable person. I silently pushed his face away, covered his hot lips with my palm, and tried to make my voice sound calmer: "Don't even think about it. I won't fall for it."
Gin wasn't annoyed when I pushed him away, and his lips seemed to trace a slight outline under my palm. He didn't force my hand away, but instead, he held my wrist in this position and placed a light kiss on my palm.
The hot and wet touch made my palms and my entire body numb. What made my scalp tingle even more was that he actually used a low and slightly exaggerated aria: "Then I am really... so disappointed."
I... couldn't help shaking.
Good, what a foul man!
I should be angry, but...but...
Is it really possible for anyone to be angry at the charming Gin?
Even if he fully expressed his perverted idea of setting a trap to imprison me...but help, it seems that this makes him more dangerous and charming. What should I do?
I was torn between my conscience and my desires, and in the end, I could only hum in a cowardly manner. I turned around, and in a rage, I opened my mouth and bit the back of his hand that was holding my wrist, but I didn't dare to use force, instead, it was more like a coquettish dawdling:
"Let's get down to business," I mumbled, trying to get back on track. "How are you going to fake Shirley's death?"
Gin didn't stop my attack. He simply lowered his eyes, watching me calmly as I bit his hand like a furry little animal, then reluctantly let go. His gaze drifted from the faint teeth marks I'd left on the back of his hand to my lips. He stared at them, his eyes darkening, but his tone still held a hint of nonchalance. "I've already shown them the way. Do they still need me to teach them how to proceed? Trash."
The last word "waste" is still the familiar undisguised contempt for the organization members.
——Except for me, every time Gin calls me a "waste", it is not strictly speaking a mockery, but a statement of fact, and in the later period it even feels a bit like flirting.
——Is this something you can say?
——Yes, yes.
I was silent for a moment. It seemed, seemed, that it made sense?
Moreover, what if Gin interferes too much and the organization finds out and starts to suspect him even though he only intervened to clean up the mess for me?
Well, Shirley is certainly important, Miyano Akemi is certainly important, and Morofushi Kagemitsu is certainly important... but, if we compare them to Gin... theoretically, with a three-to-one ratio, they should win, not to mention they're on the red side, which is my favorite... but but...
I nodded seriously and said without bias, "You're right. Do we really have to feed them?"
Besides, I believe that Morifushi Keimitsu and Furuya Rei would have thought of faking Shirley's death! Maybe they also planned to fake the deaths of Morifushi Keimitsu and Miyano Akemi at the same time to reassure the Black Organization!
My complete lack of partiality... or rather, my complete partiality, pleased Gin quite well. He chuckled and caressed my waist, his fingertips transmitting a scorching warmth through the thin fabric.
He squinted his eyes lazily, his breath brushing against my ear, bringing a slight tingle. “I also pointed out someone who is very suitable for them to do it.”
To be honest, a man's outline suddenly appeared in my mind.
But I didn't say anything.
But as expected, Gin slowly uttered that person's name in my ear: "Lei."
Then I have to say, Lei, Akai Shuichi, look at your popularity! Reflect on yourself!!!
Then again, Gin's choice of Rei really does seem like fate. After all, according to the original plot, in the eyes of the Black Organization, it was Rei who killed Scotland. However, the actual situation is that Rei did not want to take action against Scotland. Instead, in order to reassure him, he exposed his FBI identity, but he failed to save Scotland. Now that Rei has been arranged to take action against Scotland and the others, it has returned to the arrangement of the plot. I just don't know if Rei will explain his FBI identity and Akai Shuichi's real name to Scotland this time, as in the original plot. If he really said it, then... things will definitely become more interesting. For example, Furuya Rei will definitely know...
Besides, Lei will be exposed next year. By then, even if the Black Organization finds out that the Miyano sisters and Scotland are not dead, they will only think that this is a "golden cicada escape" planned by the FBI and the Japanese Public Security Bureau. They will not suspect me, let alone Gin!
Wonderful! This is wonderful! Did Gin really not find out that Ley was an undercover agent? Otherwise, how could he have planned it so thoroughly?
The confusion and amazement on my face, which I couldn't hide and didn't intend to hide, seemed to Gin to be a puzzlement as to why Rye was chosen instead of someone else, such as Bourbon.
Gin's kisses were no longer satisfied with just my ears; they began to fall densely on the side of my neck. However, he still patiently answered my questions, his voice slightly hoarse from being suppressed: "Scotland... was almost caught by Ley."
I see……
Before I could even sigh, his increasingly excessive actions had already made me gasp uncontrollably: "Um, not on the sofa..."
Yesterday it was the dining table, today it’s the sofa, isn’t Gin being a bit too pushy???
Gin chuckled softly, and held my soft lower back firmly with his palm, pressing me closer to him. By the way, his other big palm had already reached into the hem of my clothes and pressed against the skin on my waist.
He held my ear in his mouth and licked it ambiguously with the tip of his tongue, his voice vague and full of temptation:
"Good boy, aren't you used to it?"
Who wants to get used to this?
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The protest is invalid.
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Before I could finish my words, his kiss fell upon me again, silencing all my unfinished words.
His kiss gradually moved down, the wet touch sliding along my jawline to the side of my neck. I couldn't help but tilt my head back, exposing my more vulnerable neck to him, and a small whimper escaped from my throat...a whimper that even I felt ashamed of.
"Don't..." I pushed his shoulders in vain, but my fingers, weak as they were, felt more like a caress of reluctance than acceptance. His cool breath mixed with the heat of passion, forming a dizzying allure.
Gin seemed to chuckle, and his hot breath brushed against my sensitive earlobe.
"You're so tough." He commented hoarsely, moving his hand.
My whole body stiffened and I subconsciously wanted to curl up, but he held me firmly in his arms and I couldn't move.
"Zhen..." My voice was already tinged with tears. The unfamiliar feeling of emptiness deep within me was becoming more and more pronounced, driving me closer to him, but the embarrassment caused by the surroundings made me instinctively want to escape.
He seemed to notice my contradiction, paused slightly, his eyes darkened, and leaned over to kiss me again.
This time, the kiss was more comforting.
I tilted my head back, tears welling in my clear, bright eyes, blurring my vision. All I could make out was a swirl of dark green and silver. My breath was infused with the scent of another person, and the kiss felt so pleasurable that I couldn't resist. I squinted in satisfaction, the tears welling in my eyes streaming down my cheeks, only to be sucked away by the person before me.
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Finally, Gin finally let me go. I slumped down on the sofa, unable to lift a finger. My messy hair was completely soaked with sweat, sticking to my cheeks and forehead. I looked miserable.
The feeling of his legs and hair is fine... the worst part is... compared to me, he's even considered well-dressed...
What a beast in human skin, Gin!
I glared at him angrily, but the sparkling eyes and the red corners of my eyes made him look less intimidating.
He reached out and roughly wiped away the moisture from the corners of my eyes with his fingertips. His movements were not gentle, but they were filled with the laziness of satisfaction and obvious possessiveness.
"Are you still clamoring for a sofa?" he asked in a low voice, his tone full of satisfaction and teasing.
I tried to reach out my hand, my arms shaking, but I still firmly grabbed the cloth on his chest, which was wet with sweat or something else. "This is not fair."
Gin understood what I meant, snorted, and quickly took off his shirt, which was particularly annoying to me, revealing his newly healed scar.
"Then... again?"
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