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

This voice... sounds strangely familiar?

Lancer retracted his hand, turned to look at the man who was recording a statement with the police, and his eyelids twitched.

Gin wrapped his windbreaker tightly around himself and simply tied his hair into a bunch, appearing here as inconspicuously as a homeless man.

The young male police officer shook hands with him and thanked him, and then left with a small book recording his testimony.

Lancer's heart was still beating loudly in his chest.

He glared at the man, turned around and walked back to the car.

The man folded his arms leisurely and followed him from a distance. When Lancer had been sitting in the driver's seat and been angry for a while, he slowly opened the passenger door and got in. .

A night of physical and mental exertion left Gin mentally and physically exhausted. However, in order to cope with the young man in front of him who could explode at any moment, Gin still lit a cigarette to refresh himself.

Lancer started the car, turned around and drove back.

He said angrily: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"These things are not worth your worries." Gin looked out the window and remained motionless.

Lancer became even more angry when he heard this.

"I hate it when people lie to me."

Gin said: "Me too."

"..."

[System: Are you really planning to quarrel? Instead of coming to see someone who likes dating? 】

Hearing this, Lancer became even more angry.

He stepped on the accelerator suddenly, and the car went very fast. The ride was so fast that even Gin seemed a little frightened by the speed.

Gin's eyelids twitched, and he asked him as if he remembered something: "Do you have a driver's license?"

"Shut up and be patient. It's not your turn to worry about this kind of thing." Lancer said expressionlessly.

Of course he has a driver's license, it's just not from this world.

With life and death at stake, Gin decided that he could not let his temper run wild, so he asked Lancer to pull over and let him drive.

But Lancer didn't listen at all and kept driving at a crazy speed. It didn't take long before he attracted the traffic police in a patrol car.

Traffic policemen usually have excellent driving skills, but Lancer drove a few blocks away with ease and got rid of people.

The return journey took almost no time, so fast that even Gin was speechless.

When the speed of the car slowly slowed down, Lancer finally spoke.

"It seems that I was too indulgent towards you. Even when I went out to take action, I deliberately hid it from me, and even showed up in front of the police blatantly. You really think you have a long life, don't you?"

"You even dared to drug me!" Lancer gritted his teeth and slammed on the brakes.

Gin, who had maintained the same movement, leaned forward with inertia and let out a low groan.

Although it was so small that it was almost negligible, it was still heard by Lancer's sensitive ears.

He moved slightly when he got out of the car and glanced: "What? Are you injured?"

Looking down again, Lancer had disgust written all over his face.

"Since we are going on a mission, can't we put on our clothes and shoes before leaving? What does it look like wearing clogs!"

But Gin said calmly: "It's easier to clean up the blood stains this way."

"..."

Both of them are full of secrets. Although this is a tacit thing, when one person conceals and isolates the other person at a critical moment, it will still make the other person feel uncomfortable and dissatisfied.

When they returned to the hot spring hotel, the boss who had gotten up early to go to the market greeted them with a smile and asked them, carrying the fresh fish he had just bought in the bucket: "Do you want to have breakfast here? The fish today is very fresh. I also Get up early and go buy some fungi and come back."

Lancer nodded and said, "Okay, but I have to ask the boss to help me deliver it to the guest room. After breakfast, we still want to take a nap."

Contemporary young people are like this. In addition to eating and sleeping, they can stay at home for several days without going out. Occasionally traveling is just a change of place to stay at home.

The boss looked like I knew it and went to the hotel kitchen.

After staying up all night, Gin's eyes were a little red. When fatigue reaches a critical value, the brain begins to become excited.

He had nothing to say and said to the young man: "Are you hungry? I told you to eat outside."

Lancer didn't bother to talk to him, and before Gin's patience reached its limit, they both returned to the hotel room.

Then Lancer closed the door, turned to Gin and said, "Take off your clothes."

The corner of Gin's mouth grinned, and he loosened the hand tightly wrapped around the windbreaker, and took off the outer windbreaker with one hand that seemed to be awkward.

A white yukata stained with blood was revealed.

Just like large red plum blossoms blooming in the ice and snow, the red color is so bright and dazzling.

Lancer closed his eyes forcefully, and when he was about to reach out and take off the yukata, Gin grabbed his wrist, seemingly stopping his next move.

But before Lancer could react, he felt his palm being brushed by the opponent's fingers, scratching lightly like a feather, and he couldn't stop it all at once.

After a long moment of silence, Lancer came back to his senses.

He took off Ginjiu's clothes while scolding: "You just rely on me to pamper you, damn... call your husband and come listen, otherwise I will be really angry and can't be coaxed!"

[System: How fresh! You call him boss, and he calls you husband, and you both recognize each other? 】

[System: The host triggers a temporary mission - destroy the remaining enemies of the organization (0/3). The mission reward is 1000 points and a ticket...]

The mission was not as important as his wife, and Lancer was a little curious about what the ticket was.

Gin's injuries looked terrible, but they were actually not serious. Especially since it has already been bandaged, so there is no need for Lancer to process it again.

It’s just that today I have to compensate the hotel owner for a yukata.

"When I came back, I saw a few speedboats soaking in the seawater under the bridge. Are those also your masterpiece?" Lancer poured the fungus soup into the rice bowl and stirred it with chopsticks.

Gin leaned against the soft quilt and pillow, with his bare upper body bandaged, holding a cigarette and swallowing warmly: "What do you think?"

"No matter how good your marksmanship is, you won't have an advantage. Someone is helping you, right?" Lancer could imagine the scene of the battle just by looking at him.

He was a little annoyed: "Are you afraid that I know too many of your secrets will be leaked?"

Gin said: "If that happens one day, I will kill you."

"You'd better keep your word." Lancer put the mixed rice on the small table and called him angrily.

"Dalang, it's time to eat."

Gin looked confused.

[System: Poof! 】