Daily overtime in winery

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During the short three-second period of wide-eyed stare, Chie finally, at this moment, understood what Gin meant.

"Who... Who said there is no feeling..." Qiane stared at his strand of hair, stammering, "But if I say that I like you, I like you, You must not open a hole in my forehead."

Gin: "..."

He stretched out his finger and flicked Chie's forehead hard.

Chie: "QAQ."

"The hole is opened now, are you dead?" Gin asked with the corners of his mouth pressed down.

"It hurts." Chie was about to burst into tears, she stared at Gin dissatisfied and complained, "Brother, you are so childish."

"Childish?" Gin repeated the word, the corners of his depressed mouth opened dangerously, evoking a gloomy smile from Chie's perspective.

"No, no, I was wrong——" Chie suddenly lifted the quilt to cover herself in, pretending to be an ostrich without seeing it, and said in a muffled voice under the quilt, "Sleep, brother, forgive me , just sleep and everything will be fine~"

Gin, however, relentlessly pulled off her quilt, and grabbed Chie, who was blushing from boredom.

"Oh—you are very boring," Chie complained, "There is really no room for others to escape."

Before Gin realized what she meant, she simply stretched out her hand and hooked Gin's neck, and then kissed that cold thin lips.

She went up!

The astonishment was only a momentary thing, and soon Gin took the initiative, pinched the back of her head, and he deepened the kiss without leaving any room.

Compared with the previous kiss that was jokingly said to "forget together", in this dangerous atmosphere of a dangerous place, under the situation of being forced to confess, even if you don't have that kind of thought, you still can't help was brought in.

The fire was started by Chie, so it must be extinguished at a price.

Chie, who was a mother solo, has almost zero experience in this area, but this does not mean that she knows nothing about it.

Just like now she clearly feels the heavy breathing, but she doesn't know whether it is hers or Gin's, she knows what such a kiss represents, it is undeniable, she wants to take the other party as her own and devour it Belly desire/desire.

It's rare for Chie to be brave once, but the consequences of impulsiveness...

The price is a bit high.

Originally, he wanted to use this kiss to gag Gin's mouth so that he would let her go to sleep, but obviously tonight's early bedtime plan was in vain.

Next time - if there is a next time, before teasing someone, you must think carefully about the consequences.

But Chie is now crying without tears being held down by Gin, and she can't even complain because of the exchange of breath at this time. She has no doubt that if she says stop now, she will really see nothing The sun is out tomorrow.

She felt some cold fingertips protruding in along the opening of the hem of her pajamas, causing tremors between the scratches.

When Gin finally planned to let her go, Chie grabbed the quilt and shivered, "Don't you feel cold?"

"Cold?" Gin's voice was right next to her ear, "I won't feel cold later."

"No, no, I mean, I really catch a cold," Chie clamped her legs tightly, "You don't even know how afraid I am of the cold—oh——"

Gin bit her neck gently.

If you don't look carefully, you can't find that there is still a pair of inconspicuous canine teeth in his mouth. Now these sharp teeth have played their due role, leaving an obvious tooth mark on Chie's neck, like a silent voice. as a declaration of sovereignty.

"Hand over here." Gin ordered.

Chie stretched out her hand tremblingly, but was led down——

Grass!

"It's not this hotness!"

Her voice trembled, but what she was holding in her right hand made her mind go blank.

"Since I'm afraid of the cold, I'll let you off this time." Gin said while supporting his head.

This situation is just like every girl’s fantasy, as soon as you open your eyes on a winter morning, you can see the person you like quietly watching you by your side——

It would be nice if it was really that beautiful, but the premise is that you don't know what's under the quilt.

It's literally...monster size.

His eyes and gentleness are not at all related, and he can't see his calmness.As Chie always thought, those green eyes that belonged to him were like wolves in the wilderness.

Dangerous, aggressive, aloof, indifferent—

And yet damn charming.

Chie had to admit that while ignoring the fact that he was always holding her own life, she loved his white hair and this uncontrollable dangerous mystery.

The thing in the palm of her hand is hard/hard/hot, and she might have to go to the hospital tonight if she really did it—maybe it's not that exaggerated, but her hands are sore, it's really sore.

Although Gin didn't have any expression on his face, it could be seen from his slightly narrowed eyes that he was enjoying himself now.

Qiane's evil turned to the gall, and the strength in her hand increased a little.

The man beside him groaned inexplicably, and his dangerous eyes warned her of her death-defying behavior.

To be honest, he could still hold back in this situation, he really felt that he had given this idiot enough face and respect, and if he didn't know what to do, he really had to teach him a lesson.

Warned by that look, Chie shrunk her neck and resigned herself to burying herself in his arms to help him out.

She didn't know how long it took, her arms were sore and numb until her face was numb, and the somewhat warm liquid covered her hands.

"The technique is the same as your skill with a gun." With a long sigh, he sincerely expressed his feelings.

He was the one who had enjoyed it, yet he still wanted to make fun of it?

"Mr. Gin, please don't get cheap and act good." Chie tried her best to keep a cold face, "Let go of me, I'm going to wash my hands."

In order to prevent her from escaping, Gin's arms tightly wrapped around her waist, like trapping prey, without any room for her to let go.

"No hurries?"

She heard Gin say this, and then, the hand that wanted to wash, the thing in the palm became energetic again.

"......Let me go."

Apparently Mr. Gin tonight is a rascal wearing a handsome white-haired guy's skin, forcing the crying Chie to do things that Jinjiang forbids to write, his hand even squeezed into the place where Chie was hiding, and scratched heavily on it past.

Chie let out an "ah", raised her head and looked at him viciously not to be outdone, "Mr. Gin, your 'little life' is in my hands now, can you be a little self-conscious?"

Every time she said "Mr. Gin", she said it like a baby in Japanese, and I have to say that the Japanese pronunciation is really amazing.

"Then do you think this 'fate' is too big?" He answered Chie's stalk.

Chie: "..."

How did he manage to open his mouth here with a handsome face?Do you want to take care of the feelings of the children who read the text?

"I really don't know how to answer you. If it weren't for your good looks, I would go to the police right now." Chie gritted her teeth.

"Then I am honored."

He snorted softly, and accepted Chie's yin and yang praise without hesitation. I heard that at this time and in this situation, male creatures can always make unreasonable behaviors that do not match their usual image. Chie has seen it now .

Glancing at Gin in warning, Chie found that she really liked him when she lost, so she didn't have much rejection for doing this kind of thing.

We are all grown-ups, this kind of thing is what you want, and no one is forcing anyone.

After the second time, Gin finally let her go, and reminded her to remember to use cold water when she was about to go to the bathroom.

Chie numbly washed her hands, then ran through his towel with warm water, boldly threw it on his face and let him clean it up by himself.

She felt that after tonight, something was really out of control.

After falling asleep in a daze, she also had a very absurd dream. The content of the dream needs to be mosaiced, so I won’t talk about it here. In short, when she woke up, the absurdity of last night had passed——

- What a ghost.

All that could be seen was someone's white chest. When she raised her face, she saw a fairy sleeping face.

The curtains were not closed tightly, and a ray of sunlight squeezed in through the gap and shone on his face, just hitting his eyelashes.

Probably because the hair is silver, the color of the eyelashes is also very light, and it is coated with a layer of almost divine light under the sunlight.

Lucifer, the right wing of God in Christian mythology, probably looks like this?

Maybe it's because this guy always wears a very old-fashioned overcoat with poor taste, and his temperament is cold and gloomy, so it's not reminiscent of an angel at all - on the contrary, a devil is more appropriate, he will fall asleep and can't control his facial expressions Yes, but there is such an unattainable holy look.

But now Chie's mind is full of waste that needs to be typed, and she feels that she may be trapped in what happened last night and cannot get out.

How can this be good?

Carefully, she moved back like a twisted bug, but when she was about to get out of bed to wash, she was pulled back.

"Where do you want to go?"

The voice of the culprit behind him was hoarse just after waking up, and it didn't even need to be modified, it was like a perfect subwoofer with its own reverb.

Chie was turned over unexpectedly, and fell on the bed tightly against him. It seemed that he hadn't fully woken up yet, and there was a layer of water vapor in those always cold green eyes.

"Okay, good boy, Mommy is going to wash up." Chie boldly stretched out her hands and messed up the bangs of his hair, so that he looked like a big fluffy dog.

"I gave you courage."

Even though he said so, he didn't get angry, and stretched out his hand to pat off Chie's hands that were making trouble on his head.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Qiane grabbed his hand, looking at the scar on his hand with a little distress.

I didn't see it clearly yesterday, I thought the wound was not serious, but now I saw it clearly, only to find that it is not as light as I imagined, but the bone can be seen deeply, as if it was cut with a kitchen knife.

Is that why he keeps wearing gloves?

"Hmph, it's just a mouse that doesn't know what to do." Gin glanced at the scar nonchalantly.

"Since you've said that..." That mouse is probably gone, but Chie is curious about who is so brave that he can still hurt Gin, but obviously this is his dark history so Better not to ask.

She thought for a while, then pointed to her forehead: "Qi Mimi tells you, I also had scars on my forehead before."

"Then what's your reason?" Gin said "Are you just waiting for me to ask" on Gin's face.

"Ah, when I was young, when I was two or three years old, my mother went out to play cards, and I chased after her. Then I fell into the ditch at the door and got 7 stitches."

Her current forehead is bare without any scars, but she always reminds her that this is not her own body.

"I still remember that moment when blood flowed into my eyes," Chie said with lingering fear, "and the feeling of that doctor's needle piercing my forehead."

"Didn't you think about getting rid of scars in the past? It's not that kind of surgery now." Gin asked.

In his impression, no woman would want to keep such a big scar on his forehead, right?

"Well... It's not that I haven't thought about it, but for various reasons..."

Talking about those things was like taking out the trash early in the morning, so Chie vaguely talked about it, and Gin didn't ask any more questions.

Chie had just washed up and came to the living room to make breakfast, but she didn't expect that the doorbell would be rang.

Could it be that one again?

She subconsciously felt guilty for a second, praying that the person behind the door was a normal person——

Then opened the door.

"Which one?"

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The author has something to say:

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I did my best, I really did

High speed, but not fully

Do you think the heroine will accept Master Qin like this?

The matter with the ex-boyfriend is not settled yet [狗头]

Deduct 1 from the comment area that feels very fragrant. I really don’t have donkeys this time. I wrote for three hours and I was useless.