The tea gradually lost its warmth in Gin's palm, but Gin's gaze remained calm.
Is it time for the curtain to fall?
Perhaps because this was expected, the Silver-haired man did not feel much regret.
It was just.. still somewhat melancholy.
He held the cup of tea, his finger applying a slight amount of pressure as he sighed in his heart, then he raised his eyes to look at Akai Shuichi and said softly, "So—"
However, his words were interrupted by Akai Shuichi.
So—" Akai Shuichi interrupted, "I want to ask you, what are your plans for the future?
The Black-haired agent looked at him, staring at him, his expression unchanging and open.
His words were decisive, leaving no room for argument.
Akai Shuichi curled his lips into a smile; even though the daylight was dim and the room was gloomy, it could not hide the unrestrained and wild nature of his smile.
“Are you going to Europe, or to the USA?”
Akai set down his teacup, his left hand, still holding a lingering warmth, pressed against Gin's right hand. The moment their skin met, they felt each other's warmth.
Neither were hot.
They were not cold either.
Or are you going to the Middle East?
Akai leaned forward and lifted his face to ask him, his tone carrying a hint of a smirk.
The Black-haired agent's gaze was not burning, yet it was exceptionally firm, as if everything was only natural.
As their gazes met, in a flash, Gin suddenly understood Akai Shuichi's intention.
He slightly curled the corner of his lip: "I will go to Europe."
Gin did not set down the white ceramic teacup in his hands; instead, he used the posture to lean closer to Akai Shuichi.
He saw the Black-haired agent's green eyes and his distinct eyelashes.
A heavy silence.
The wind outside the window whistled, constantly battering the doors and windows; those with keen hearing could faintly hear the rustling of leaves in the wind. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over the Villa.
The two of them were standing very close, so close that even their breathing intertwined.
Akai Shuichi heard Gin's voice in his ear, low, heavy, cold.
Yet it was enough to make one's heart itch.
The Silver-haired man's voice carried a hint of almost lingering laughter, he asked knowingly, "And you?"
What is your Plan?
Silver-haired man walks forward.
The distance completely vanished with this movement, as the silver hair cascaded down, obscuring Gin's well-defined side profile and also hiding Akai Shuichi's face.
Smooth strands of hair flowed against his skin, stained by the cold, shimmering moonlight, rippling with a vivid and enchanting vitality.
Akai Shuichi's breathing was a bit unstable.
Clatter—
This was the sound of a glass hitting the floor.
Amber tea liquid flowed from the broken glass shards, winding across the dark wooden floor.
But in this moment, no one would pay attention to this little 'Accident'.
The Black-haired agent leaned into Gin, panting, biting and entangling with him, while a heavy laughter, mixed with faint moans, escaped from his throat.
His hands tangled into Gin's hair, a cool sensation moving through his palms.
Akai's green eyes were half-lidded as he gave a slurred response to Gin's previous question:
The work of the FBI.. won't be limited just to the USA.
Gin curled his lip corner.
He propped himself up, creating a little distance from Akai. His green eyes stared straight into the eyes that matched his own, as he pressed the Black-haired agent's hand, guiding it slowly upward.
Slender, beautiful fingers brushed against Akai Shuichi's Adam's apple, feeling the vibration of the protrusion against the fingertips; he slightly turned his head with impatience—though it was not exactly a struggling posture.
.
Gin's green eyes grew even brighter.
For people like them, vital points are often in locations that cannot be easily reached—especially the throat.
This action brought about not only a physiological reaction, but a psychological change as well.
With a turn of his wrist, Gin's fingertips moved from Akai Shuichi's neck to his ear, sliding through his hair until he gripped the back of the Black-haired agent's head.
He closed the distance between the two of them once again.
The Moonlight was calm, the North wind roared.
Their body temperatures were warm.
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"Sister." On the way home, Nana looked at Shiratori Midori with confusion, her eyes filled with a faint sense of doubt.
"What's wrong?" Midori turned her head to look at her sister, the corners of her lips curling slightly.
Nana hesitated for a moment, stating her doubts quite honestly: "Speaking of which, Sister, why don't you live at Azhen's place? It's already so late; Azhen certainly wouldn't refuse if you just stayed for the night."
Shiratori Midori blinked her eyes; under the moonlight, her expression held an indescribable strangeness, even her clear eyes gained a hint of mischief.
Midori smiled, but avoided the topic: "Does it mean you don't welcome me to stay at your house, Nana?"
"No, no, no!" Nana hurriedly shook her head.
Although.. she vaguely felt that something was not quite right—but at a time like this, it was probably more important to coax her Sister [female] into a good mood, right?
Shiratori Midori looked at her panicked sister, but she only smiled without saying a word.
Nonsense.. I have to give them some private space.
—Otherwise, it would be so awkward, wouldn't it?
..
In the gaps between their intertwined breaths, amidst the enchanting Moonlight, it seemed as if someone was whispering in an ear.
I'll go after you.
Akai Shuichi lowered his head, pressing his forehead against Gin's. As their temples brushed against each other, he raised his hand to hook around Gin's neck, caressing that man's vital spot.
His bony Palm, faintly bearing the rough calluses of a gun, rubbed against the overly pale skin, acting as an absolute stimulant in this moment.
Gin noncommittally gripped her other hand, tilting her head slightly. "This act.. seems like it's been going on for a long time, hasn't it?"
His Finger brushed against the skin on that man's wrist, the Silver-haired man gave a light chuckle, "Roleplay?"
Looking through Gin's silver hair at the man's cool and handsome features, Akai Shuichi curled his lips into a smile.
Not really, after all—
It was still a provocative smile.
Haven't I—been chasing after you all along?
Whether as a Nemesis, or as—
Another identity.
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Author's Note: I feel like I'm stuck on the ending..
It will definitely conclude within ten chapters! (Excluding side stories)
By the way, there is no smut in this chapter.. believe me.
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"Fake Liquor Daily" is already live; interested Little Angels can go take a look.
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Thanks to Mori no Yojin Naia Little Angel for the landmine, love you mwah~
Thanks to the little Angel whose name I don't know for the mine, love you mwah~
Thanks to Qianxue Little Angel for the landmine, love you, mwah~
Thank you, Jiye Qianchen Little Angel, for the landmines, love you mwah~
Thanks to the Little Angel who provided Nutrient solution: Not Wency is Vencill, Peizhi Xiao 5 bottles; Weihuan Jihe YY 2 bottles; Bai Chenshang 1 bottle;
Very [male] thank you all for your support, I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 218 Chapter 199 So, it seems your skills are still superior..
Perhaps because of concerns that her Family was about to leave Japan, Nani's engagement ceremony was held very quickly.
In terms of timing, this engagement was almost rushed. However, neither Nana nor Niwang were the type of people to care about such details.
By the way," Sheila muttered to Shiratori Midori, "I'm actually starting to admire Niwang.
This World-class tennis player was not a fool with muscles but no brains; on the contrary, his intuition was almost frighteningly sharp.
Niwang Yaji was not without having discovered the 'abnormalities' in Nana's family; in fact, during the later stages of their relationship, Nana kept almost nothing from Yaji.
However, the Emotion between the two was deep enough, the trust they had built was strong enough.
Having grown this strong, they both have the confidence to hold hands for a lifetime.
“Isn't it actually quite good this way?" Shiratori Midori understood the implication of Sheila's words. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, a look of near-exultant joy appeared in her eyes.
As an elder sister, she naturally hoped her sister could find happiness.