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

Worried that the stuffy air in the car would make Lancer uncomfortable, Vodka opened the car window first.

But the wind outside was also hot, making people feel suffocated, so he rolled back the window and turned on the car's air conditioner for cold air.

Lancer let out a low sigh, unfolded the windbreaker rolled around his body, and stretched out his body that was curled up like a shrimp.

He didn't know what he was mumbling.

Vodka leaned in to listen.

"...Dare to touch me...bastard..."

"You are dead……"

Then there was a sound of grinding teeth.

Vodka retracted his head, not daring to look sideways, for fear that Lancer would regard him as some unlucky guy and get rid of him while he was dreaming.

Oh no, it's also possible that he's always been a lightbulb and found it unpleasant, so he wanted to silence him through sleepwalking.

Probably!

While thinking, Vodka held the steering wheel anxiously, tapping his fingertips on the steering wheel, waiting for the long time to pass.

He kept looking at the time on his watch, wondering: Did it take so long?

Could something have happened at the trading reception?

Just when Vodka was about to press the communication microphone on the headset, a burst of footsteps came from the direction of the annex, from far to near.

After seeing the person coming, Vodka immediately cheered up and opened the car door.

There was a faint smell of blood floating on the man's body. Lancer, who was very sensitive to this smell, woke up from his sleep and opened his eyes slowly.

Just as he was about to sit up, Gin helped him up and placed his palms on his back. The force was not gentle, but it did not make Lancer feel uncomfortable or offended.

The car door closed, and before Vodka could speak, he heard Gin urging: "Let's go!"

"Okay, big brother."

They were in a foreign country and had no place to stay, so they had no choice but to go back to their previous hotel.

Bart wanted to let them stay in a private villa, but Gin thought about the greedy look in his eyes when he mentioned Lancer, so he cautiously declined the invitation.

The world seems to be revolving around Lancer, and there are people everywhere who care about him.

Gin wanted to take a cigarette irritably, but as soon as his hand touched his pocket, his forearm was held down by Lancer.

His body was so hot that you could feel the heat on him through his clothes, it was like a moving stove.

"Gin..." Lancer's Adam's apple rolled, "Have you brought water? I feel like I'm about to burn..."

Gin asked back: "Can a fire extinguisher be used?"

Vodka driving in front: "..."

Brother, it’s easy for you to be single like this!

Gin chuckled, his voice sexy and deep, as thick as a subwoofer.

He moved Lancer to lie down next to his legs, and tucked the corners of his coat a little tighter. The little warmth in his eyes disappeared when the man raised his head.

"Drive faster."

Vodka responded without daring to look in the rearview mirror.

He waited until he returned to his previous residence and then said timidly: "Brother, we are here."

He heard Gin make an impatient tut and asked Vodka to get out of the car first.

Vodka had the foresight to open the door, and then watched Gin wrap Lancer in a windbreaker and carry him back to the hotel room.

Exotic nights are always romantic in dim lights.

The night breeze blew by, and Gin closed and locked the floor-to-ceiling windows leading to the terrace. Then, while wiping his wet hair, he went to the bedside and looked at Lancer's forehead.

Still burning badly.

When Pomaro and the others returned, they brought back fever-reducing medicine and a thermometer. At first, Gin's fever was just an ordinary fever, but it didn't seem to be a simple illness.

Two hours passed, and Lancer's body temperature only rose but did not fall, which made Gin a little worried.

After hesitating for a moment, Gin took out Lancer's cell phone from the pile of clothes he had taken off, found a marked number and dialed it.

Not long after, the call was picked up by the other party.

"Is something wrong? I'm in the lab right now and I'm very busy." The clear female voice was full of alienation and indifference.

Gin hummed, and as expected, he heard the woman opposite let out a frightened intake of breath.

He twitched his lips in disdain and without waiting for the guy to calm down a little, he directly stated the purpose of the call.

"He has a fever, a bad fever."

On the other end, Hui Yuan Ai finally calmed down and lowered his eyes to understand who Gin Jiu was talking about.

Developing an antidote is not only what Gin needs, but also to save other victims. Haibara Ai will not deliberately make things difficult for Gin at this time.

"Have you taken fever-reducing medicine?"

"Eating it has no effect."

"Do you have any symptoms of palpitations and pain?"

"Seeing as he can still sleep, he shouldn't." Gin knew what she wanted to ask, so he interrupted her: "I didn't take that medicine, I just had a fever, but the fever didn't go away."

Both of them had experienced the effects of Drug A, and they fell into a brief silence.

Lancer was woken up by the sound of Gin making a phone call. When he opened his eyes, he saw the man holding the phone with a cold face. He couldn't help but ask him in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Ginjiu, who didn't want to say anything more, turned on the speakerphone of his phone, and both of them could hear Haihara Ai's voice.

"We'll see after tonight. If taking antipyretics doesn't work, you can try physical cooling. Do you need me to teach you? Put a wet towel on his..."

"No need to teach, is there anything else?"

The man's tone really didn't sound like he was begging for help.

Lancer looked at Gin's face and felt a little funny.

He really couldn't imagine that Gin, who was feared by everyone in the organization, would wipe him with a wet towel like an old lady.

Hui Yuan Ai paused and seemed not to be so afraid of him anymore.

"If the fever has not subsided by tomorrow, it is recommended that you go to the hospital for an intravenous drip. Of course, this does not rule out another possibility -"

"The antidote you took has begun to be rejected by the body. This is a symptom of physical disorder caused by the drug. It generally does not last long. But it is not recommended that you use this drug again for a long time."

Lancer asked in a hoarse voice: "Is there a solution?"

There was silence for a while.

"Yes, take a stable and truly effective antidote as soon as possible."

how to say? Saying it is the same as not saying it.

Lancer opened his mouth and was about to say thank you when Gin hung up the phone.

The man's face was immersed in dim shadows, and Lancer could only see his tight lips clearly through the dim light of the night scene outside.

"It's okay." Lancer comforted him and comforted himself. "Fever is just an occasional symptom. At worst, I won't need that kind of antidote in the future. It won't hinder my movements."

But Ginjiu said: "It has nothing to do with this...forget it, you don't have to worry about anything in the organization from now on."

"Ok?"

"I've found the right help."