Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

Gin's real name is Kurosawa Jin.

Very few people know this name, and most of them died on the island.

Bomore is the only one who knows this.

Gin didn't care about the name. He had forgotten the name long before he got the organization's code name.

Just like he forgot his biological father.

So when Lancer insisted on knowing his name, Gin was a little irritable.

What's the use of knowing so much? Things that have been thrown into a dark place to become moldy will only make both of you feel sick if you dig them out again.

It's fine now.

Gin held a cigarette in his mouth, slowly blew out a smoke ring, turned his head with his shirtless upper body, and covered the quilt that had been kicked away by the dishonest sleeping guy again.

There is a peaceful and quiet atmosphere in the hotel room, which is very rare.

"Ding dong!" The video intercom in the room rang.

The man in the quilt subconsciously raised his head, but was pushed back into the fluffy and soft pillow by a hand, forcing him to sleep.

Gin casually put on a bath towel and walked to the door to confirm that it was the hotel waiter who came before he opened the door a crack.

The waitress is here to deliver breakfast.

There was a cart next to her, and the food on the tray was tightly covered by a silver semicircular thermal insulation cover, making it impossible to see what was inside.

When she saw Gin for the first time, the waitress was shocked by his amazing appearance, but before she could get jealous and shy, she felt a cold aura from this man, and even the eyes looking at her were full of evil. .

"What's inside?" Gin asked coldly.

After the waitress reacted, she quickly opened the silver lid and introduced him: "This is the breakfast included in the room service you ordered, including ham sandwich and..."

"give it to me."

Gin opened the door, revealing his strong and muscular figure.

The man's attitude was bad and his tone sounded bad, but even this did not prevent the waitress from admiring the handsome man.

She kept paying attention to this guest with her peripheral vision, and realized that the other person had been staring at her, and it was inevitable that she would misunderstand him.

The waitress's face was red. After handing the breakfast tray to the man, the man quickly closed the door and blocked her sight.

She was stunned for a moment, then sighed sadly.

As the cart was leaving, the waitress suddenly remembered the gossip that her colleagues had chatted with her before delivering the meal, saying that the guests in Room 361 were two handsome men.

Two…men…

Her face turned red and she pushed the dining cart away quickly.

Hearing the footsteps of the waitress walking away through the door, Gin felt relieved and locked the door from the inside.

After he put breakfast on the table outside the suite, he walked back to the bedroom and put his cold hands on his face.

Lancer was so excited by this unique wake-up call that he opened his eyes. There was still a pool of water in his beautiful eyes, and he looked like he was not awake to anyone who looked at him.

"...Gin?"

"Get up and have breakfast."

"Oh."

Lancer stretched out his arm, picked up the phone from the cabinet beside the bed, and glanced at the time on it.

It's not too late, it's not even eight o'clock yet.

Yesterday I was not feeling well when I entered the tropical paradise. After overt and covert battles with the FBI and CIA people, I started to have a fever in the middle of the night, and the fever only went away in the early morning.

He is extremely weak now.

"I'm going to take a shower." Lancer curled his hair on his temples with some distress, his forehead dripping with sweat. "I'm covered in sweat."

Gin let him go, lit a cigarette, and reminded calmly: "If you take a bath at this time, your illness may not be cured for the time being."

The advice was sincere, but Lancer didn't listen. He couldn't stand the sloppy look, so he went into the bathroom and took a quick shower.

There's probably not much to do today.

After successfully leaving the tropical paradise last night, they were as exhausted as refugees fleeing from the desert. In order to prevent their rivals from finding out their whereabouts, the group endured exhaustion and drove away from the surrounding area of ​​the park, finding a hotel to stay.

Maybe it was because they experienced that exciting duel that although they felt very tired, their adrenaline was so high that they couldn't sleep no matter what.

Lancer had been having a fever since he lay down, and he kept talking in his sleep for half the night.

Gin listened to it for half the night.

The sound of running water after the shower head was turned on covered up other movements in the bathroom. Lancer was so washed by the hot water that he felt like he was in a dream. He was so drowsy that he didn't notice that the bathroom door was opened and closed.

The sound of slippers sounded in the bathroom, and Lancer opened his eyes.

The man tied his hair into a high ponytail and handed over a bath towel and a thick towel.

As if he knew what Gin was thinking, Lancer smiled and said, "I won't faint in the bathroom, so you don't have to keep staring at me."

"I'm just being cautious, you look like you're going to die at any moment."

Lancer was so angry that he felt a lump in his chest. He threw the towel he had just wiped his face on Gin and said depressedly: "After dating, you will be looking forward to my death all day long, right?"

Gin didn't seem to hear him, turned off the shower switch, and covered Lancer's head with a large bath towel.

"That's almost enough, come out."

[System: Although I am a bit straight, I really care about your life. 】

Lancer paused, wiped the water off his body, and left the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

He retreated back onto the bed, nibbling on his sandwich as he watched Gin pace around the room, still holding his phone in his hand to text someone.

The long and thick ponytail tied high was swaying behind the man, hanging on Lancer's heart like a fishing line.

He licked the toast crumbs off his fingers and said to Gin, "Can you give some comfort to the sick employee?"

Gin gave him a confused look.

lunch time--

In the restaurant of the hotel, Bomore poked at the steak on the plate with no appetite, stared at the couple Lancer and Gin in front of him unhappily, and stabbed the innocent beef on the plate in front of him with the fork in his hand.

Thinking about the news that Kamu left the team early this morning, resentment emanated from his head.

"I know you have a good relationship, so there's no need to show it off like this, right?"

Bomore pointed his fork at Gin. He became even more unhappy when he saw the man's silver hair: "Why do you braid your hair into a big braid like a woman? This is not your style, is it?!"

This is the comfort condition Gin gives someone.

He allowed Lancer to comb his long hair into a thick braid on the right side. Because it was too long, he folded part of it and tied it up with a ribbon, hanging down on his chest.

Coupled with the gold-rimmed glasses that came to light again, he suddenly became an intellectual beauty who could not distinguish between male and female.

If you ignore his strong muscle lines.