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

Newly built buildings in Osaka were destroyed before they could even be opened.

There was not even a news report the next day. Such a big movement was suppressed by the officials.

The action team, which rarely stopped, disbanded on the spot after completing its mission.

It is a tacit understanding among all members of the organization that they will never interfere with each other except on tasks.

In a private safe house somewhere—

Wearing only a pair of pants, Gin sat on the pure black leather sofa. He didn't care about the wound on his waist that was wrapped in bandages, and lit a cigarette with his bare chest.

The morning news on TV only talked about a few unremarkable incidents and did not mention this incident in just thirty minutes.

He pressed the channel change button on the remote control out of boredom, and it happened that the next children's channel was replaying last night's Masked Superman.

When Lancer came over with two boxes of instant noodles from the kitchen, he looked at the TV screen and then at the man.

Finally, he showed a clear expression and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Gin asked him with an evil look: "What is that look in your face?"

Lancer put the instant noodle box on the coffee table in front of him, narrowed his eyes meaningfully and said with a smile: "It's a sincere look asking you to have breakfast! I'm definitely not laughing at you for liking special effects films at such an old age~"

Use the fork included in the package to pick up the lid and edges of the instant noodles. The aroma of instant noodles seasoning escapes from the gaps in the lid that are slightly curled by the heat.

Because Gin was injured, they hid directly back in the safe house from outside, and had no chance to go out to buy ingredients. Out of caution, we will not order delivery.

I only found a box of mineral water and a few bowls of instant noodles that had not expired from the cabinet where I stocked food last time.

Lancer repeatedly swore to Gin that he would not blow up the kitchen when he boiled water, and then he was allowed to enter the kitchen.

The man glanced at him indifferently, then put out the cigarette in his hand and started showing off with some instant noodles.

Lancer was a little surprised.

He originally thought that the man's mouth was quite picky, but he didn't expect it to be so easy to support.

This inevitably reminded Lancer of the stray dog ​​that always followed him around before he died. Feed it whatever you eat, and it's easy to feed it without being picky.

But then I changed my base and never saw it again.

No, no, if Gin knew that he was comparing him to a dog, he would definitely be angry.

When Lancer shook his head, the man had already finished the bowl of noodles and almost finished the soup at the bottom.

Lancer couldn't help but wonder: "Did you chew it?"

Ginjiu said casually: "It's enough to fill your stomach. How can you be so particular about it?"

"Hey, you should really learn from bourbon."

"Do you want to work in a coffee shop like him?"

"Oh!" Lancer picked up the instant noodles and made a surprised expression, "I thought you were not interested in him. After all, you hate arbitrary people, don't you?"

Gin took out another cigarette and fumbled for a lighter in the gap of the sofa.

"Well...he didn't hide it deliberately, and I knew it accidentally."

"Really?" Lancer opened the lid of the instant noodles, and his attention was attracted by the fragrance in front of him.

The protruding Adam's apple on his slender neck made him swallow his saliva greedily. When he picked up a forkful of noodles, he casually teased: "I thought you were interested in him!"

In front of the noodle entrance, Lancer's wrist was held by Gin's big bracelet, and his entire upper body was led in the direction of him.

When Lancer was stunned, the man covered his lips.

Gin's aggressive actions were domineering with his own personal style.

It was over before it even started.

The young man watched blankly as he lit the cigarette, slowly raised his head and blew out the smoke ring, and replied as if he had successfully retaliated: "If you are interested in someone, you must at least do it to this extent."

As if he was afraid that Lancer wasn't shocked enough, he added: "The lipstick was not completely removed."

"!!!"

How did Gin make every move exceed his expectations? !

Lancer's ears turned red, and in the end he just turned his back and snorted the noodles as if to vent his anger, making a loud noise.

He poured a bowl of instant noodles and the soup into his stomach and burped. When he looked back, the man was already half-lying on the sofa and asleep with his eyes closed.

Lancer, who was still sulking just now, lost his temper in an instant when he saw his tired look.

He stacked two people's instant noodle buckets together, packed them in garbage bags and put them at the door. Then he came back and sat cross-legged on the sofa like Gin.

Thinking of what the man had just said, Lancer took out a few paper towels and wiped his mouth vigorously, but only a layer of oil from instant noodles was left behind, and there was no trace of lipstick at all.

[System: Silly host, he lied to you! Men, all they do is tricks...]

Gin's face was not a kind one. Even when he was sleeping, he would frown slightly, as if he was angry with someone.

However, he has a good face shape, and his facial features are naturally romantic and affectionate, and his long silver hair makes him look more noble.

As long as you don't open your eyes, it's enough to make a woman show mercy.

Lancer was sitting and looking at the half-lying man, but he had to raise his head slightly. His eyes caught a glimpse of his hair hanging on the back of the sofa, and he couldn't help but stretch out his sinful hand...

The injured man slept until night. When he opened his eyes, he found that the room was dark, with only a small lamp on the table lit.

Gin held his aching abdomen and looked around for Lancer.

Finally, I saw the young man opening the curtains and looking outside at the window of the safe house.

He was leaning against the window, holding a pack of puffed bags in his hand, and stretched his neck while pinching potato chips.

The young man's figure was a bit thin, and he wore a thin T-shirt that seemed to be taken away by the wind at any time.

Gin stood behind him and asked him: "What are you looking at?"

"Are you awake? Well... A young couple had a fight, and then the man wanted to kill his girlfriend, but he was killed instead."

Gin: "..."

Lancer, who was not aware of the trouble, was still talking non-stop: "She is disposing of the body now. She probably has no intention of surrendering to the police..."

"We have to leave." Gin walked to the bed, picked up his clothes and started to put them on.

"Huh? Why?"

"Once the police discover this case, they will start questioning surrounding residents to look for witnesses. Do you want me to have direct contact with the police?"

Lancer reacted: "Then forget it..."

A few seconds after Gin entered the bathroom, he suddenly shouted angrily: "Lan, Se!"

what……

Lancer had a bad feeling.

The next moment, Gin appeared from the bathroom, pointed at his long hair that was braided, and asked him with anger in his eyes: "What's going on?!"

"That...don't you think it looks good?" Lancer smiled reluctantly.