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Looking closely, this cover seems to be one provided by JJ..
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Chapter 86 "Let's go." She said sweetly, her voice..
When she woke up from her nap, Nana still felt a bit groggy. She squinted her eyes, drifting in a half-asleep, half-awake daze for a while before her consciousness finally began to return.
After staring blankly at the white Ceiling for about ten minutes, Nana slowly propped herself up with her elbows, in the next second, she heard the sound of a door lock being opened.
The black-haired girl looked over at the sound, the figure of the Silver-haired youth appeared. She stared at her Boyfriend for three seconds before letting out a faint smile.
This smile rippled through the waves within her blue-green eyes, causing Nana's green, clear eyes to shimmer with laughter.
Yaji did not expect that she had already woken up; he froze for three seconds before speaking softly, "Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"
The Silver-haired youth put down the tennis bag, his figure as elegant as a poplar in early spring, while his other hand held a takeout bento. Beads of sweat from her recent exercise still lingered on her cheeks, tiny droplets of moisture clung to her fair, delicate wrist.
"I've slept long enough," Nana's voice carried a hint of lingering fatigue. Considering the heavy dark circles under her eyes, the credibility of her words was significantly diminished.
These past few days, she had finally enjoyed some rare rest—no missions to accept, no cases to analyze, no classes to attend.
Moreover, after facing such a breathtaking life-and-death ordeal just a few days ago, she should have been able to relax to maintain a proper balance between tension and rest.
However, she could not relax.
It was as if a string in her mind was stretched taut—not enough to snap, but winding around her body, binding her flesh and bone, cutting through the tender flesh to reveal distinct layers, while eerie droplets of blood seeped out under the pressure of the threads.
These past few days have been very leisurely. This leisure has gradually evolved into a sense of blank emptiness amidst the idleness, so she would daze off in that "emptiness," often thinking about her own safety and the safety of others.
On edge.
His sleep quality hasn't been great lately, as she is often jolted awake by nightmares at night—however, she does not want to wake Yaji, so she can only lie there with his eyes open, lost in thought amidst the profound darkness.
Whenever this happened, Nana would tilt her head back to stare at the Ceiling, lost in her empty thoughts, her mind a mess of garbled code, filled with nothing but one 'ERROR' prompt after another, a screen full of red.
And then, she found it even harder to fall asleep.
If it weren't for that, she wouldn't even need to take a nap.
Yaji wasn't sure exactly what she was worried about, but he understood his state of being somewhat, he was very dissatisfied with it.
“You're going to collapse sooner or later if you keep this up.” He placed the takeout box on the desk with one hand, then turned to look at his girlfriend's slightly thin and haggard appearance, his tone growing a bit heavier. "Do you not want your ears anymore?"
Nana pursed her lips and subconsciously touched her right earlobe with her hand.
It had already been confirmed while she was at the Hospital that her right ear was temporarily hearing impaired; although it wasn't quite at the point of being deaf, it wasn't much better than that either.
She is currently undergoing treatment; however, how much she can recover depends on the progress of the treatment.
During this period, Nani subconsciously avoided thinking about this matter; whether it could be called escapism or cowardice, such a blow was quite significant for a young girl.
But reality is reality; it doesn't cease to exist just because you choose not to think about it.
The green eyes dimmed for a few seconds, Nana forced a slight curl of her lips, awkwardly changing the subject: "What did you buy?"
Yaji blinked, "If you open it up, you'll find out, won't you?"
Nana thought about it and felt that what he said made a lot of sense, so she pulled back the covers, intending to go get her Coat.
Niwang turned his head away the moment she lifted the covers, hurriedly tossed out a sentence saying, "I'm going to wash my face," and walked into the restroom in a few quick steps.
Nana blinked her eyes, a small chuckle escaping from her throat.
Actually, there is really no need to rush, she thought: My pajamas feel so good on me.
Ever since they were "forced" into living together, even though they had been dating as boyfriend and girlfriend for several years, the youth and the girl were clearly somewhat unaccustomed to this level of intimacy.
After Nana moved into Yaji's dormitory, he gave his only bed to her and slept on a makeshift bed on the floor himself; he also seemed quite avoidant regarding certain intimate matters.
It's that same sentiment: when you are in a predicament, seeing someone in a situation as difficult as yours, or even worse, can inexplicably make you feel a bit better—it is perhaps a sense of relief, a feeling that since others are just as unlucky as I am, at least I am not as unlucky as they are..
This sentiment holds true in today's situation as well: although Nana also felt very embarrassed, when she saw that Yaji was even more embarrassed than she was.. her sense of embarrassment inexplicably dissipated quite a bit.
—It even felt somewhat humorous.
While getting out of bed to change her clothes, Nana felt a sense of self-loathing for her current state of mind. Then, she slowly combed her hair with a comb, making it look less like a mess, before putting on the wig she had set aside and applying a few drops of eye drops before closing her eyes.
A cool sensation swirled against her eyeballs, Nana took a deep breath to pull herself together.
It didn't take long; by the time Niwang finished tidying himself up and walked out, he saw his Girlfriend standing before the mirror, putting in black colored contact lenses.
She stood aside waiting for Nana to finish, then stepped forward and asked, "Are you using a disguise today as well?"
The black-haired female detective sighed helplessly, running a hand through the stray hairs on his shoulder—the quality of the wig was excellent, its texture almost indistinguishable from real hair. "If you're going to play a part, you have to do it perfectly.."
"Okay," Niwang thought.
In the next second, he picked up the disguise kit and began to help his girlfriend.
..
While the little couple over there was going about their daily routine, Gin was not idle either.
After secretly investigating the individuals involved in the incidents from the past few days one by one, the Silver-haired youth fell into deep thought.
Rum's suspicion decreased significantly; however, a more severe problem arose—if it wasn't him, who would it be?
The Black Organization's top Killer held his forehead with one hand, feeling a dull ache in his temples.
Could it be that he has to investigate every single Organization member? This is an almost impossible mission..
There was still no feedback from Kimie—this allowed Gin to feel a rare sense of relief, it also verified his suspicion: Malibu's actions that day must have been his own doing—at least, the assassination attempt on Nani was not ordered by the person behind him.
In that case.. Nana is safe for the time being.
But the question was, had this girl been exposed, if so, how much.. had she been exposed?
At that time, Malibu only said that Nana was Gin's lover, which proved that he at least did not know about the connection between the Shiratori sisters.
Then.. does the person behind him know?
He listened to the man's incessant excuses with a cold expression, raising an eyebrow as he stared at him for three seconds. The man, who appeared calm but was actually trembling with fear, grew increasingly stiff.
Gin raised her handgun with one hand and pulled the trigger amidst the man's increasingly terrified gaze.
Bang—
Blood splattered everywhere.
"Still as decisive as ever." Vermouth leaned lazily against the door, clapping for him in a slow, rhythmic manner.
The Woman's face remained stunningly beautiful. Her form-fitting female suit appeared conventional at first glance, but in reality, it still traced her beautiful waistline. Her soft blonde hair grew even more radiant under the sunlight, as if the warmth of the sun had melted into it. Her long, slender neck connected to an exquisite chin, resembling a proud and elegant swan. Her long eyelashes were sparse; when she blinked, it was like a fleeting shadow, casting a sudden, shimmering light.
She straightened her body and walked over slowly, her every movement swaying with grace and elegance.
"What a pity." Vermouth glanced at the man's corpse as if she were bestowing a favor, his tone remaining completely unfazed.
What's a pity?" Gin's voice was cold and aloof, like vegetation frozen by a frigid spring, devoid of any life: "Just a piece of trash who can't even hide himself.
Being an undercover agent is not something one can do with nothing but hot-blooded passion.
If one lacks sufficient caution, sufficient ability, sufficient wisdom, being caught in this vortex where killing intent and blood coexist, death is no accident.
Even for those fake whiskies, even for Kiel, who was gradually rising to prominence following the death of his Father, life within the Organization was far from secure..
Vermouth nodded in agreement, his slender Finger stroking his blonde hair as she flashed a charming, radiant smile that dazzled the eyes: "True."
"Let's go." Gin dropped those two crisp words and, without waiting for Vermouth's agreement, strode toward the door, his coat fluttering behind his without a hint of hesitation.
“Wait.” The Blonde-haired woman quickly intercepted his movement, smiling under the man's cold green gaze as she gave a reasonable explanation: “I need to change my clothes.”
Vermouth winked flirtatiously, his blue-eyed gaze revealing a shallow smile; beneath that layer of disguise lay an ambiguous depth, shimmering like gentle waves.
You also need to change your clothes.
How could I go to a Masquerade dressed like this!
Even if this is a banquet destined to be adorned with blood.
The Oscar Best Actress took a step forward, turned, reached out to rest her hand on Gin's shoulder. Under his indifferent gaze, his hand slid down, his nimble fingertips tapping against his chest, as a flirtatious curve played upon his lips.
Her gaze could be intense, like a cascading waterfall with countless splashes; her gaze could be profound, like a deep-sea gamble with an undisturbed surface; her gaze could be cold, like a blade cutting through layers of ice; her gaze could also be warm, like gentle sunlight returning spring to the earth.
Her gaze could also be very gentle, like a Mother's tender consolation, a Lover's intense passion, a Sister's bright and clear radiance, or a soulmate's profound resonance.
Like water plants in the gentle waves of spring, silently enveloping you, even the moment of suffocation is filled with overflowing affection.
Before Gin could react, Vermouth withdrew his intentional flirtation and wrapped his hand around his left hand, making a gesture that was both a formal courtesy and something more purposeful. He paused for three seconds, tilting his head to look up at the silver-haired man's well-defined brows and eyes.
"Let's go," she said sweetly, his Voice dripping with honey, yet laced with poison.
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Author's Note: The next chapter is in my drafts.. I'll release it tomorrow morning at six.
Looking at the comment count, okay, I'll have to add more updates..
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Chapter 91 Chapter 87 If this Grim Reaper could use his..
Chris Wynyard's entrance could only be described as dazzling.