Chapter 63 Chapter 63 "I guess so."
192.
Question the BBQ.
Understand barbecue.
Become a barbecue.
It was like a long skewer piercing through me and sending me to the barbecue grill.
There is nowhere to escape.
There seemed to be low and vague words circling in my ears, but I couldn't hear them clearly. All my senses were engulfed by the heat that almost burned everything, and only the most primitive instincts drove my actions.
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She had a beautiful voice, something Gin knew from the start. He also knew that many in the Black Organization would deliberately go the extra mile just to have a drink at the bar and listen to her lively chatter.
At this moment, the voice was so soft that it could squeeze out water, and it sounded pitiful, as if it was completely soaked in sweet and tempting honey juice. Every trembling syllable carried a captivating magic.
Gin, who had always disliked sweets, felt even more aroused by the sound, as if he'd been injected with the strongest stimulant. His large hands tightened around her fragile waist, his movements becoming increasingly ferocious, like a tireless beast, completely possessing its prey.
She had initially struggled and sobbed, but now she had lost all her strength. She could only let out intermittent, sweet moans following his strong rhythm, like a branch of flower broken by a storm.
194.
Both of them were soaked and had to go to the bathroom again.
From showerhead to bathtub.
Gin held her in his arms as she was completely exhausted and could only lean limply in his arms. His calloused fingers smoothed away her long hair that stuck to her flushed cheeks and neck. As his teeth bit the soft flesh at the back of her neck, he suddenly thought of the jacuzzi she had been thinking about and regretting not having experienced when they were in the United States last year.
Maybe... next time I change the safe house, I can fulfill her little wish.
...By the way, satisfy himself as well.
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I had long lost the ability to think; gin had taken over all my senses in the most primitive and brutal way.
It's as if I am an unripe and green fruit, and Gin doesn't mind the sour taste and stubbornly gnaws and grinds it again and again, as if he wants to ripen the sourness into intoxicating sweetness by his own strength.
Although I don’t understand why I, who have been an adult for a long time, still have this illusion of being forced to “ripen”.
Ugh——!
196.
But it's pretty cool.
Hope there will be a next time.
In the last second before I completely lost consciousness, I was still thinking about it regardless of the consequences.
197.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw the man's naked chest. His full chest muscles had smooth lines, and a few dark old scars were hideously entrenched on them. However, strangely, this did not destroy his almost perfect masculine charm. Instead, it strangely added a bit of wildness and dangerous temptation to him.
It only took me a second to react and I woke up in Gin's arms, just like old times.
Well, even though Gin and I have different biological clocks, when I occasionally wake up early, he is still in bed.
Just this time...
The next second, the strange yet familiar aches and pains from all over my body suddenly awakened all the crazy and shameful memories of last night like a tide.
A series of restricted images flashed through my mind uncontrollably, scaring me so much that my face turned red and white, like a chameleon out of control, from excitement to embarrassment to horror.
So...if my memory serves me right, I really...slept with Gin?!
Wait a minute, let me sort it out.
At first, I was looking forward to it. The mission was almost over, and Gin finally returned. After he finished his mission, he came to the lab to pick me up, and then...
Took me home...
He stopped again...
I took out the handcuffs and something else I accidentally found earlier and tried to force Gin, but it turned out the other way around—
Help! I remember it! I remember it all!
Ahhhhhhhhhh what should I do? What should I do? What should I do?!!!
I really put Gin to sleep this time, what should I do!!!
Two years ago, I just said it casually and Gin almost killed me. Now that he has really done it, can I still have an intact body?
Is it too late to ask Gin to kill me now?
Oh, wait, it wasn't me who completely defied Gin's will this time, was it? I was the one who forced the situation to start, but wasn't it Gin himself who took the initiative against me?
Besides, we have been doing this for a long time. I have been his lover for so long. Isn't it normal to have a real relationship with him?
It's not like I haven't taken the initiative before, and he didn't kill me. He just minds that I don't really love him.
If that's the case, then doesn't it mean...
I raised my head cautiously, my movements extremely slow, but I happened to meet the eyes of Gin, who had long since sobered up.
The silver-haired man just stared at me quietly. The bloodstains left on his handsome, deep-set mixed-race features from yesterday had long since vanished. What an enviable resilience! Unlike me, I feel like my entire frame is falling apart...
Woo woo woo, I thought about how I actually slept with him, and now I was really scared.
The mental preparation I had before was gone, mainly because of the current situation (except for this time when we were completely skin-to-skin, we were still wearing clothes), the posture of Gin and I, and the expression on his face when he looked at me -
It’s exactly the same as it was two years ago!
Especially——
His voice was low: "Why, you don't intend to take responsibility for me?"
Look! Even the words they say are exactly the same!
It's like yesterday all over again!
I feel like I'm going to die here in an instant.
Wait, yesterday again? How do you sing yesterday again?
When I was young, I'd listen to the radio, waiting for my favorite songs...I won't do that anymore.
No, is it time to sing now?
Open the door Yingzi, wake up!
Don’t die yet!
I forced myself to suppress the urge to pinch my philtrum and gave a trembling smile: "Good morning, big brother? ...It's morning now, right?"
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According to the script from two years ago, Gin should have frowned, glared at me coldly, scolded me for "what's in your head every day", and then asked me to pack up and move over... No, I've already moved over. Oh no, they're not going to let me move out, are they?
Wuuuuuu no!
Why is Gin like this? Why is he still so ruthless?
You asked me to get out after I slept with you? As expected, the people in the Black Organization are all black-hearted and bad from the inside out. QAQ
The more I thought about it, the more aggrieved I felt. The corners of my mouth unconsciously turned downward, and my eyes began to heat up. I felt like the whole world had abandoned me. How could Gin do this to me...
"What's with that expression?" Gin narrowed his eyes and raised his hand that was casually resting on my waist.
I closed my eyes tightly reflexively, and even almost raised my hands to hold my head, shrinking my body slightly, preparing for his slap, or at least a disgusted slap on the forehead?
The expected pain did not come.
Instead, the cool, slightly calloused fingertips gently touched the corners of my eyes, carefully wiping away the pitiful amount of tears that I had just desperately squeezed out.
"Why are you crying?" He spoke, his tone filled with his usual, undisguised disdain, but his actions were completely gentle in contrast. "You heartless little thing, you don't want to take responsibility for me, and yet you're crying?"
I was completely stunned and forgot to close my eyes, staring blankly at his face so close to me.
His movements were so gentle, and... I wasn't crying, I was just pretending, Gin should have noticed.
And then there is——
And what he meant by that was...
So, Gin didn't want to throw me out, but was actually... "accusing" me of not wanting to be "responsible" to him?
This, this, this, this...
This means...
I was so stunned I almost forgot how to breathe. My brain was completely blank from this absurd yet shocking interpretation, but the words that came out of my mouth were, "So... Brother, do you mean we can do this again?"
No, you should ask if you can come many times.
Although it was painful at first, it was really comfortable... Gin, what a man!
Well, I regretted it pretty quickly.
Gin's dark green eyes narrowed dangerously, like a beast locking onto its prey. His hand, which had been resting on my cheek, suddenly moved downward, with irresistible force, finding a certain unspeakable soft spot beneath the quilt. He pressed gently, his voice low and filled with dangerous innuendo:
"Oh? You still have the energy... to do it again?"
"Ugh!" I couldn't help but let out a short whimper from my throat. This time, real tears welled up in my eyes and my legs began to go weak.
"Don't move. I'll give you another dose of medicine."
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Gin's movements in applying the medicine were still focused and meticulous, as if the things in his hands were fragile treasures, not at all like the cold and decisive killer he usually was.
It turns out that serious men are the most handsome. A man who applies medicine seriously, or Gin who applies medicine to me seriously, is even more handsome!
I admit I was stunned.
Although it wasn't the first time I saw him applying medicine on me, this time was different.
It seemed as if a barrier that had existed for a long time had been broken, or perhaps it was because of the intense and deep entanglement last night... Well, how should I put it, it seemed as if a tingling and hot feeling was spreading uncontrollably.
Oops, it seems like I need to grow a brain.
Suspected to be in love.
No, we can’t lose!
As Gin screwed the lid on and was about to leave, I controlled him, no matter how I controlled him.
Gin's body paused imperceptibly, then he raised an eyebrow in slight surprise. He easily broke free from my grip, his large hands wrapped around my knees, his gaze fixed on my flushed face, a hint of inquiry and subtle amusement in his eyes: "What's wrong?"
"You must answer me this time." I sat up, held Gin's wrist, and asked seriously, "Do you like me or not?"
No, that's not rigorous enough. If you miss this opportunity, you might never see it again. I immediately shook my head and corrected my question: "Are you in love with me?"
Gin was silent. He didn't answer immediately, but just stared at me quietly with his deep eyes, as if he wanted to see through my eyes and into the deepest part of my soul.
I felt a little flustered when he looked at me. I subconsciously bit my swollen lip and quickly added with a bluff, trying to seize the moral high ground: "Don't ask me if I'm in love with you. I'm a shy girl!"
Gin raised the corner of his lips and said in a tone that was obviously playful but also concealed a certain seriousness: "I guess so."
200.
...What does he mean?
I mean, I am a shy girl, or he is in love with me!!!
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