A sea breeze blew in, sweeping through Sheila's smooth hair, a few strands of ink-black hair fell upon her cheek, further accentuating the beauty in the woman's eyes.
The salty taste of seawater in the wind made her frown slightly in discomfort, then—
Achoo—
Sheila sneezed, his body trembling slightly as the cold finally caught up to him, traveling through his skin to his sensory nerves and heading straight for his brain.
She shivered, then also walked into the cabin.
It's so cold.. It seems I really can't stand outside for too long.
..
Finally after changing into some quick clothes, Gin breathed a sigh of relief.
The feeling of wet clothes clinging to your body isn't good at all, Really.
After all, it was a speedboat, so the amenities inside certainly weren't as complete as those on Heine's yacht. Fortunately, Sheila had prepared an extra set of men's clothing just to be on the safe side, preventing the tragedy of Akai Shuichi having to stay in wet clothes.
But then again.. there certainly wouldn't be anything like a hair dryer.
As for a place to shower, don't even think about it.
Gin held a dry khaki towel in one hand, roughly wiping his long hair. His silver hair, as beautiful as moonlight, was being tossed into a mess by him, yet the Master showed no intention of being gentle.
Watching this scene, Sheila's mouth twitched, thinking to himself that it was truly a waste of such beauty.
At this time, the advantages of short hair became apparent.
Akai Shuichi simply used a towel to wipe his hair, stopping once it was half-dry.
“Do you need a comb?” Sheila could no longer stand to watch and gave Gin a subtle reminder, “I have one here.”
Gin silently raised his head, his green eyes quietly observing Sheila without expressing any reaction.
The ICPO elite blinked.
Just as she was about to take back those words, Gin suddenly spoke, his expression indifferent, his attitude natural, his tone even more matter-of-fact: "Give it to me."
Sheila: ".."
"Ha—" Akai Shuichi, sitting to the side, let out a light chuckle.
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Author's Note: Thank you to the Little Angels who have given me big donations or provided Nutrient solution~
Thank you to the Little Angel who provided Nutrient solution:
If I become the Azure Emperor one day, 2 bottles;
Thank you very much for everyone's support, I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 185: Chapter 169 She Tried to Persuade: "Whistleblowing is..
"So—" Sheila leaned lazily against the mast, watching the sunset as it gradually merged with the sea, his expression indifferent.
Her complexion remained pale, with a slight, barely perceptible darkness at the corners of her eyes, making her look somewhat haggard.
However, even with a somewhat haggard appearance, Sheila was still as stunning as a celestial maiden. The black-haired woman sat quietly facing the sea, her lip color pale, her bridge of the nose elegant, her bright eyes reflecting the shimmering blue sea water. Her eyes were such a pure and clear blue that, at first glance, one could not tell if it was the color of her eyes or the shimmer of the sea.
The sea breeze blew through her hair. His black hair, which was originally just shoulder-length, had grown a bit longer and appeared somewhat messy due to a lack of grooming during this period.
Her eyes were indifferent, as if she were nonchalant, or perhaps she was thinking about some other unimportant matter:
Do you still Plan to 'die'?
The Black-haired woman's voice was not loud, merely slightly heavier than a sigh. Her voice was sweet and beautiful, faintly reminding one of a mountain spring or a breeze through the woods.
It was a voice good enough to debut as a female singer.
The sweet voice mingled with the sea breeze, drifting ethereally through the wind and into Gin's ears.
Gin stood three paces away from her. This distance was not intimate, yet it was not so far that he could clearly hear the question being asked by Sheila, a question that would otherwise have been easily overlooked.
The Silver-haired man frowned slightly, then gave a light chuckle.
"Isn't the answer obvious?" Gin replied softly.
Sheila blinked his eyes. "Oh?"
It was indeed an obvious answer.
Among the people Heine brought, there were his own Subordinates and also the 'Spies' he had deliberately brought along.
If Akai Shuichi had appeared solely with Gin, there would be other explanations—it would only have further proven that Gin already had plans for defection.
They could simply explain it as Gin having a partnership with the F. BI.
—Although the FBI probably wouldn't be happy about taking the blame for this.
It was just that if Akai Shuichi jumped down like that..
"You could say you both died by drowning in the sea." Sheila clearly understood Gin's concerns, but she did not agree with his assessment.
The Black-haired woman turned slightly, her beautiful profile reflected in Gin's Green eyes: "In any case, Akai Shuichi has already faked death once before."
“You might as well hope 'those people' haven't seen Akai Shuichi before.” Gin mocked coldly.
"It's also possible.." Sheila replied nonchalantly, after meeting Gin's somewhat speechless gaze, Little Fairy couldn't help but burst into laughter.
His laughter was bright, his features faintly revealing an innocent and charming perfection, as if a snow-white, tender gardenia had bloomed amidst the green-eyed branches.
It is no wonder Heine was willing to keep spoiling her.
Although Gin felt no romantic attraction toward this girl, it didn't stop him from admiring Sheila's stunning beauty—after all, Gin's sense of aesthetics was quite normal.
But seriously—" After laughing, Sheila straightened her expression, her blue eyes looking toward Gin: "Since Akai Shuichi is also planning to secretly investigate the Organization, why don't you two just fake death together?
Gin put his hands in his pockets and stared fixedly at Sheila. Upon realizing that this guy was serious, he was instantly rendered speechless.
The Silver-haired man's mouth twitched, he said very sincerely, "I'm sorry, but I have no plan to die for love with him."
Sheila first curved his eyes into a smile, then his beautiful face contorted in a twitch for a few seconds, before he finally could not help himself and let out a laugh.
Pfft—
“Okay—” Under Gin's increasingly fierce gaze, Sheila leisurely raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: “Okay.”
She compromised, then her smile faded, her expression turned serious.
The female Public Security elite from the IC. PO confirmed once more, "So—you have no plan to 'die,' right?"
Gin's lips moved.
His gaze became somewhat unfocused for a moment, as if he were staring at something non-existent in the void, even his expression turned blank.
That expression, which seemed "unlike something that would appear on Gin," lingered on the silver-haired man's face for a few seconds before gradually dissipating with the wind.
Gin lowered his green eyes slightly and gave a soft "Mm."
Perhaps because that single syllable was too faint, Gin worried that the person questioning him might not hear it clearly. Thus, after the Silver-haired man raised his eyes to look at Sheila, he answered once more:
Not anymore.
..
Lie's conversation with Sheila did not last long enough that by the time they returned to the Cabin, they could still make it in time for dinner.
But don't expect it to be very lavish either.
The space on the speedboat was already limited, Sheila didn't bring many people, so everyone kept the idea of making do in mind, there were very few things brought for leisure and entertainment.
None of the people present were unable to endure hardship, so no one complained.
Of course, the food on the speedboat wouldn't be freshly made, but then again..
There were some instant noodles and canned goods available.
Although eating canned food and instant noodles frequently isn't good, you have to admit they are very convenient.
"Is this what you meant by 'a variety of choices'?" Gin looked down at the seven or eight boxes of instant noodles and five or six cans of meat on the table, feeling a throbbing sensation in his temples.
Sheila crossed his arms over his chest, looking completely matter-of-fact. "That's right!"
She lifted her chin slightly. "Different sides have different flavors; eat whichever one you like. If you really don't like it, eating just the canned food is fine too."
Gin: ".."
Akai Shuichi stood before the table, appearing to be studying these various flavors of instant noodles.
Hearing this, he turned his head to look at Sheila, holding up one of the boxes in his hand.
"Can I choose this box?" he asked, distant yet polite.
Gin looked closely and saw that it was a beef curry flavored instant noodle.
Of course." Sheila nodded nonchalantly, then asked Gin with a grin, "Whatever you want, pick anything!
Her tone was incredibly generous, as if what stood before her were not boxes of instant noodles, but some delicacies of mountain and sea, gold, silver, Jewelry.
For a moment, Gin doubted whether he had walked onto the wrong set.
“If you really don't like it—" Sheila drew out the words, as if by magic, he pulled a bag of compressed biscuits out from somewhere.
He reached out his hands and offered the biscuits to the Silver-haired man as if presenting a treasure, "There are still some compressed biscuits here, make do with these."
Gin's eye twitched.
However, he was not a delicate person, he could accept foods like instant noodles and compressed biscuits. The silver-haired youth spent three seconds and casually chose a pack of instant noodles that looked decent:
Is there any hot water?
Tonkotsu Miso flavor?" Akai Shuichi murmured the instant noodles Gin had chosen. He lifted his eyes slightly to meet the Silver-haired man's slightly helpless eyes, an interested smile unconsciously escaped his lips. "You like this?
Gin shook her head and corrected her, "I don't have any particular preference for them."
No matter how many flavors there are, aren't they all just instant noodles?
Sheila shook his head solemnly, educating the two men: "There are many different kinds of instant noodles! Some instant noodles are deathly delicious, okay?!"
Gin gave a cold glance, quickly catching the Message that Sheila had unintentionally revealed: "How do you know?"
After a pause, the Silver-haired man said in a certain tone, "You have eaten a lot of instant noodles."