Chapter 98 Chapter 98 Dreams will never come true.
94.
When I received the message from Vodka, I had just seen a funny video that I was planning to send to the Black Organization members. But when I saw the message from Vodka, I stopped laughing.
[Vodka: Yingzi, big brother almost got into trouble just now! ]
That short line of words struck my chaotic mind like a bolt of thunder.
who?
Gin?
Who almost got into trouble?
Gin?!
Vodka lied about military intelligence and was trying to scare me, right?
I knew in my heart that Gin would be fine, but I still called him as soon as possible. However, no one answered and the call was automatically disconnected. I called him many times without giving up. The last time, the call only rang twice and then was hung up cleanly.
He hung up on me?!
Why didn't he answer? Was he injured and unable to answer? Or was the situation too critical to answer?
I was in a conflicted state of being both relieved and worried, pacing around the living room like a headless fly. In the end, I decided to ask around—not everywhere, to be precise, because I wouldn't ask if I definitely didn't know.
…I even almost called my boss.
It wasn't until I called Bourbon that I realized his voice was a little hurried, but still calm. I knew nothing serious had happened to Gin.
Before I could even ask, Bourbon spoke quickly, "I know what you're going to ask. Gin is fine."
"Nothing?" I repeated. "Then why did Vodka say he almost got into trouble? What happened?"
"It's Ley." Bourbon's voice dropped, a hint of strangeness in his tone. "He's an undercover FBI agent."
I was stunned for a moment, then I heard Bourbon continue rapidly, "He planned a roundup of Gin, but Rum discovered it early. Gin's early evacuation was fine, and now the organization is fully engaged in hunting down Rye."
So that's how it is...
No wonder I can’t contact anyone?
The plot has finally reached the point where Shuichi Akai's identity is exposed, so what happens next?
It's so strange. I know Gin is fine, so I should be relieved, but I don't know what I'm worried about.
Gin took the time to call me back and briefly explained that he didn't answer the phone before because he was in a meeting with senior management and couldn't look at his phone. He said he was busy catching Lei and asked me to wait for him at home.
This is what Gin said. He asked me to wait for him at home, so it’s not that I intentionally didn’t go to work.
……hey-hey.
95.
Have you ever experienced the feeling of waiting from dusk till dawn? ...No, have you ever experienced the feeling of waiting from dawn till dusk?
To be honest, I feel very tortured every time I wait for Gin to come back from a mission.
Finally, I heard the sound of the door opening and rushed to the door.
Gin was no different after he returned, but I didn't jump up and cling to him like I used to. Instead, I blurted out, "Are you okay?"
I'm not joking, I'm really worried that something might happen to Gin.
Even though I know that both in the original story and in Bourbon's retelling, Gin evacuated before the FBI launched the operation and was not injured at all, I am still very worried.
So, my hands stretched out uncontrollably and began to randomly grope and examine his body, even standing on tiptoe to check his back and shoulders, places that I couldn't see.
Gin seemed to be stunned by my unusual behavior. He lowered his head and stared at me, who was circling around him, very nervous.
He didn't move, nor did he stop me, but just let me check him all over until...
Oh my, what a solid chest!
Oh my, these smooth arms!
Oh my, this tight waist and abdomen!
Oh Mo, let me touch it again!
Just then, a large hand in a black leather glove reached out and precisely grasped my increasingly unruly paw.
Then, he forcefully... and without any rejection... put his fingers through mine and interlocked ours tightly.
His palm was large and strong, completely enveloping mine with a reassuring, unquestionable control.
I raised my head and met his deep eyes. They seemed... no longer completely cold, but instead had a very faint, almost imperceptible... smile?
"Why?" His deep voice sounded, "Are you worried something might happen to me?"
I looked at his face so close to me, didn't shy away, and nodded frankly: "Yeah... I'm afraid."
I paused, trying to organize my words, trying to more accurately express my complex emotions. "I know... you're strong, very strong. Every time you go on a mission, I'm actually... not too worried that your life is actually in danger."
This is the truth, I have an almost blind trust in his abilities. After all, he is Gin!
Moreover, with the plot already there, how could something happen to him before the story actually begins?
"But..." I tightened my grip on his intertwined fingers and lowered my voice, "I don't want to see you get hurt...even just a scratch."
The scars on Gin's body are sexy, but I really don't want to wait for him to come back every time and find that he has added another...several new scars on his body.
Just imagining the bullet grazing his skin makes my heart tighten with pain.
I have such a strong ability to empathize that I even felt a little pain.
Gin lowered his eyes and looked at me, his expression flitting across my face so quickly I couldn't grasp it. He didn't say anything, but tightened his grip on my hand a little, then raised his other hand and stroked my head.
He didn't say anything, just pulled me into his arms and patted my back, which was enough to calm my rare fragile emotions.
96.
When Gin came out of the bathroom with warm steam and the scent of the shower gel I carefully selected, I had already composed myself and was sitting on the sofa, playing with my phone while waiting for him.
He only had a bath towel wrapped around his waist, and his long silver hair was wet and draped over his shoulders. Water droplets slid down his muscular chest and abdominal muscles and sank into the edge of the bath towel.
He walked to the sofa, but instead of sitting down, he reached out and picked me up, then sat down himself and let me sit on his strong thighs.
His arms naturally wrapped around my waist, holding me in place against him.
"What do you want to ask?" He lowered his head and rested his chin lightly on the top of my head.
I leaned into his arms, feeling the reassuring warmth and heartbeat coming from him, and asked in a serious tone, "What happened today? Bourbon only said that Rye was from the FBI and wanted to arrest you, but Rum found out."
Well, although I am familiar with the plot, it is only briefly mentioned here!
I! Want! To! Hear! Gossip!
I expressed my desire openly, even though this so-called gossip had a lot to do with my boyfriend's life safety.
It's a pity that Gin is not a good storyteller. He succinctly recounted what happened. Even when he added the details of how they hunted down Lei, it was not vivid at all. He was extremely calm and objective, without any emotion, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
It can no longer be said that he is like a human-machine. The AI dubbing is more emotional than his.
Even though I knew that Gin was not suitable for telling stories when I tortured him to tell me a bedtime story before, I still decided to start cultivating Gin's storytelling ability in the future. Why not let Gin relive the feeling of telling a bedtime story tonight?
I was just thinking about how to act coquettishly and get him to tell me a bedtime story tonight, when Gin suddenly looked at me with a hint of inquiry.
"You..." He spoke slowly, his voice low, "Did you already know that Lei was from the FBI?"
I was stunned.
Why would he ask that? Was he suspicious of me? Or was he just asking casually?
I thought I had never been exposed!
My face showed just the right amount of surprise, confusion, and grievance, and my tone was full of self-righteous innocence as I asked, "Why should I know?"
Gin looked at me, silent for a few seconds. Then, he twitched the corner of his mouth ever so slightly, his expression giving me a certain feeling.
"Yeah..." He repeated my words in a low voice, as if to himself, "Why should I feel...you know."
What he said was a bit confusing, but I felt secretly relieved.
It seems that he has no solid evidence, just some intuition or temptation.
Okay, you're testing me again! How many times has this happened?
I'll use this to force Gin to tell me a bedtime story!
But, for some reason, as I looked at his emotionless face so close to me, an inexplicable sense of dread suddenly washed over me. I hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but whisper, a voice filled with an apprehension I wasn't even aware of:
"Are you...going to take me to the interrogation room?"
After asking this question, I was stunned.
Why did I think this? Was it because Rye had approached me? Or because Gin and I had talked about the interrogation room when Scotland was exposed? Or was it because...
When Gin heard this, his eyebrows twitched and there was a strange light in his eyes as he looked at me.
"Why should I arrest you?" he asked me in a calm tone.
I was distracted for a moment and muttered, as if talking to myself, but also as if explaining to him: "I don't know... but I always feel... as if I will be dragged into the interrogation room by Lei."
The feeling is absurd, yet extremely clear.
My intuition has come true countless times before, will it be the same this time?
Gin's long eyelashes paused for a moment as he listened to my nonsensical words. He raised his hand, his long, bony fingers gently combing through my hair, which had become a little messy from shaking my head. He spoke slowly, "Logically... it should be."
...Does this seemingly gentle action of his seem a bit like a gentle knife trying to torture me to death? It seems that the description is not appropriate enough, anyway, it's about the same idea.
"But," he changed the subject, his tone carrying an unquestionable strength and...blatant indulgence, "I don't want you to go in."
He paused, and slid his fingertips across my earlobe, bringing a slight shudder.
"You and Lei don't have any relationship worthy of interrogation." His tone was firm, as if stating an established fact. "If there really is someone who deserves to be put in the interrogation room..."
His voice grew colder, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his dark green eyes.
"It should be... someone else."
I immediately caught the clue in his words and blurted out, "Is it... rum?"
Gin snorted with disdain: "Hmm."
"Isn't he the one who's always had evil intentions and is desperately trying to support that FBI undercover?"
Before I could think about it, Gin's arm around my waist suddenly tightened a little. He lowered his head, and his warm lips brushed against the side of my neck.
"Have you finished asking questions?" His voice became a little hoarse, with some unspoken hint.
I felt the changes in his body, the sudden rise in temperature. Having just experienced a life-or-death crisis and a power struggle, it seemed like his hormones were in dire need of release.
Before I could respond, his kiss fell upon me.
It was just a matter of touching, seemingly without the next move as before, but… he had just finished showering, and I hadn’t showered long before. If I were to be gently pressed against him through my cotton pajamas while wrapped in the bear…
She couldn't help but let out a few small, intermittent sounds, but because her mouth was tightly blocked, even these pitiful sounds were unclear. She subconsciously wanted to open her mouth, but that gave him the opportunity to take advantage of her and she was forced to be hooked and dance.
A blush crept uncontrollably into the corners of her eyes as buttons were slowly undone, one by one. The cool air touched her suddenly exposed skin, stirring a small shudder. The next second, a scorching hot palm was upon her, pressing tightly against the delicate, gently undulating flesh. All the unspoken whimpers and protests were ultimately drowned in the deepening entanglement.
97.
late at night.
I was so tired that I almost fell apart. I was too lazy to even move a finger and fell into a deep sleep.
In a deep sleep, I suddenly felt a force on my waist so strong that it almost made me breathless.
He woke me up half asleep and I mumbled sleepily, "...What's wrong?"
The man behind me didn't answer immediately, but buried his face deeply in my neck. His hot breath sprayed on my skin, bringing a slight shudder.
His arms tightened, as if he wanted to crush me and embed me into his bones and blood.
After a long while, just when I was about to fall asleep again, he finally spoke. His voice... was filled with a trance that was rare for him. He whispered in my ear:
“…It felt like a dream.”
Dream? Nightmare? Does Gin have nightmares too?
I tried hard to open my heavy eyelids, turned my head in the darkness, and tried to see his expression clearly, but I could only see a vague outline and a pair of dark green eyes that were still surprisingly bright in the dark night.
"What did you dream about?" I asked vaguely, my voice heavy with sleepiness.
He was silent for a moment longer, and then I felt his chest against my back, and my heart seemed to skip a beat.
"...I dreamed..." His voice lowered, almost like a whisper, "I actually brought you into the interrogation room."
"It's called thinking about it during the day and dreaming about it at night." My eyebrows jumped, but the pajamas were still thicker. I patted his hand and said, "Don't worry, dreams and reality are opposites. How could you send me to the interrogation room?"
Gin didn't say anything else.
He just held me tighter, almost painfully, his lips pressing against the back of my neck, leaving one hot, wet kiss after another.
98.
After the person in his arms fell asleep again, the silver-haired man closed his eyes, and some fragments of the bizarre dream that he could barely remember seemed to emerge in front of his eyes.
He gently kissed the top of Yingzi's brown head, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.
99.
I dreamed of being taken into an interrogation room, and then what?
Then it seemed like a lot of things happened.
Then it seemed...
…
Dreams don't come true.
Dreams never have a chance to come true.
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The author has something to say: I was assigned to a new position, and I've been doing the handover these past few days. The new guy really makes me feel like the sky is falling, and I'm repeatedly doubting whether this is really okay? ... No matter what, after the handover, I can rush to the new station [burst into tears] But the price is to work nine consecutive days [clown]
Let's see which comes first, my rest or the completion of this article [let me check it out]
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