Model worker and his little darling

Seeing Hirai clinging to him like an octopus, Gin almost laughed and reached out to pat Hirai's head. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just missed you."

Gin leaned close to Hirakiyo's ear and whispered, "I miss you too."

Habits are terrifying. They had been together every day for a while, and the sudden separation made him feel empty inside, so he came to find Pingqing.

Upon hearing this, Pingqing immediately raised his head, staring at Gin with bright, sparkling eyes. The Gin of the past, when he missed him, wouldn't say it, he would just hug him.

Gin looked into Hirai's captivating eyes, his gaze filled with nothing but him, his heart skipped a beat, and a kiss landed on the corner of Hirai's eye.

Pingqing blinked, feeling itchy.

However, he likes it.

"Next time I come, I'll call or text you first."

Pingqing nodded. Although he might not see the messages or answer the phone, he still had the system. He could just locate Gin first in the future.

However, it seems they haven't called each other about their personal matters yet; it's always about missions.

I wonder what it would be like to have a long phone conversation with Gin. Maybe I should try it sometime.

Seeing that Pingqing's little head was thinking about something again, Gin gently patted Pingqing's back, "I'm quite busy these days, so I probably won't be able to come looking for you again. Be careful when you're in contact with the FBI."

"Busy? Is there another task?"

"No, it's about handling organizational matters."

"Okay, I can go with you if there's a mission, but you can handle the miscellaneous tasks yourself. However, I can come to you and sneak into your lounge while you're asleep to scare you to death."

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come find me. But I'm hungry now, let's eat first."

Pingqing obediently got off Gin. He had just heard Gin's stomach growl and wondered how long the man had been hungry. So he piled a bunch of food onto Gin's plate and then tilted his head to stare at him.

Gin only wanted to eat in peace, but Hirai kept staring at him, and that burning gaze made him almost lose his composure.

She had no choice but to put some food into Pingqing's bowl, saying, "Eat with me."

Heiji looked at the dishes in front of him. Although he wasn't very hungry, Gin had personally served them to him.

The next morning, after Ping woke up, he saw that Gin was still asleep. He smiled slightly, as it was rare for him to wake up earlier than Gin.

Gazing at Gin's sleeping face, Pingqing became lost in thought. He truly wished he could stay by Gin's side every moment. But reality wouldn't allow it; he couldn't easily abandon the identity he maintained outside, and the old man wouldn't agree.

Thinking of that frivolous old man, Ping Qing sighed. The old man's attitude was clear: he wouldn't interfere in their relationship, and might even give them preferential treatment. When it came to important organizational matters, their personal feelings had to take a backseat.

Thinking about all the messy things and complicated relationships in the organization, it's really not something a human could handle.

"What are you thinking about?"

Pingqing stopped his random thoughts and reached out to touch Gin's face. "I was thinking about how good-looking you are. I'm jealous."

The next second, Heikiri was pinned down by Gin, and before Heikiri could react, Gin had already taken his tempting little mouth into his mouth.

The lingering kiss was accompanied by the exceptionally clear sound of water in the quiet air.

Pingqing glared at Gin, wondering what was wrong with him so early in the morning.

However, Gin tasted so good that he couldn't help but fall for it and reached out to hug Gin's neck.

After a long while, Gin released Hirai and whispered in his ear, "Do you like it?"

Hearing Gin's hoarse voice and his hot breath, Pingqing tilted his head, his ears itching.

"like."

Gin looked at Hirai and knew he hadn't told the truth, but he was used to the kid's strange ideas and didn't want to know, lest he get angry.

Pingqing looked at Gin and sighed, "We can't fool around anymore. It's time to get up. We still have things to do."

Upon hearing this, Gin buried his head in Hirai's shoulder. He had many things to do, but he couldn't bear to part with the child or this feeling of ease.

Seeing Gin's expression, Pingqing laughed out loud. Gin had been mischievous because of him. He reached out and ruffled Gin's hair. "Life is tough," he sighed.

Gin chuckled and looked up at Hirai, "What else is fun? Tell me."

"That's it, my brain isn't working properly this early in the morning." He then patted his forehead.

Gin took Heikichi's hand and intertwined their fingers. "It's time to get up." Then he led Heikichi to wash up and have breakfast.

……

The FBI has been very active lately, and the old man asked him to keep an eye on them. Since it's related to the FBI, Taira no Kiyoshi immediately called on Touko.

Tsk, I don't know how it happened, but now I see Touko every day.

The two searched several places together, but didn't find many clues.

Sure enough, the intelligence team was unreliable; the information they gave was useless and should be taken with a grain of salt. I don't know why Rum keeps that bunch of useless people around.

"Let's go, we need to find somewhere to eat."

Amuro Tooru nodded. "Where to?"

"Let's go to the vicinity of the next location."

Watching Amuro Tooru drive with an indifferent expression, Taira Kiyoshi raised an eyebrow. "Having a big star as my driver is truly an honor. But being famous really changes things; you have to disguise yourself when you go out. I still prefer your dark face."

Suddenly, Amuro Tooru accelerated, showing off his driving skills, and the completely unprepared Taira Kiyoshi crashed directly into the car window.

Hirai covered his head and looked at Amuro Tooru. Damn, he had been careless. Although he knew Amuro Tooru was an amazing driver, this was his first time experiencing it, and it was incredibly exciting.

"Bourbon, looks like your car's quite popular. The patrol car behind you keeps trying to give you a head-on bump. If this keeps up, we'll be heading to the Metropolitan Police Department for a chat."

Amuro Tooru didn't speak; he really wanted to send that shameless boss behind him to jail. But now, Amuro Tooru slightly curled his lips and slammed on the gas pedal.

Ping Qing steadied himself. Ha, you want to see him make a fool of himself? No way.

In no time, they shook off the patrol car behind them.

Then, the two sat down in the restaurant.

Amuro Tooru stared at the people eating across from him, his eyes darkening slightly. He thought he had just seen an ambiguous mark on Mikasa's neck and shoulder. Thinking of the rumors, it seemed the story could get even richer.

Taira no Kiyoshi knew Amuro Tooru was looking at him, so he looked up and smiled at Amuro Tooru, "What? You've fallen for me?"

However, Amuro Tooru remained calm, saying, "It seems that Lord Mishika is enjoying a very happy nightlife lately. Be careful not to overindulge."

It turns out this person saw the marks on his body. Tsk, what sharp eyes.

Ping Qing smiled slightly, holding a small knife to Amuro Tooru's neck. "I can give you a chance too. I still like you a lot, and you once said you liked me. But it seems you still prefer me in women's clothing. I can disguise myself as the way we first met for you."

As he spoke, Heikiri observed Amuro Tooru's disguise, wondering who he had learned it from.

However, there are still quite a few problems. He really wants to tear off this face and reveal his true form. He thinks that if he does, the girls next to him will pounce on Touko. That scene would definitely be quite a sight.