Model worker and his little darling

Ping Qing sprawled on the sofa. Asking such a lazy person to fight for power was simply too difficult. Those people seemed to be enjoying their retirement, but who knew what they were doing behind the scenes?

He even felt that he was being set up by the old man so that he could take the opportunity to eliminate the parasites. He couldn't fathom the old man's thoughts, but the purpose of this matter was not so simple.

Hmm, giving up is more suitable for him.

He glanced at Su Dai, and the image of Rum, that smiling old face, came to mind. But that old fox wouldn't do anything now.

Margot took a sip of her drink. "Good luck."

They are still too young, lacking both personal ability and the support they have.

"If you die, we will collect your body."

Pingqing spat out a mouthful of wine, rolled his eyes at the two people who were cursing him, and said, "This is none of your business."

Su Dai thought about it seriously for a moment, "Indeed."

When Gin arrived, he saw that all three of them were drunk, so he sat down next to Hirakiyo and pulled him into his arms.

Hirai snuggled against Gin's shoulder, "Gin-chan~"

Gin ruffled Hirai's hair and gave a faint reply, "Hmm, drunk?"

"No."

Su Dai watched the two with interest. Just as Vermouth had said, Gin's gaze towards Mishika was gentle just now, but when he looked up, he reverted to his usual sharp demeanor.

Although Gin had always treated Mikasa differently, the two weren't together back then and weren't nearly as close as they are now.

Sensing Gin's sharp gaze, Su Dai withdrew his eyes.

Margot remained silent. Just two days ago, Gin had beaten him so badly that he was almost unable to get up, and he didn't want to experience that feeling again anytime soon.

Thinking that the information had been exchanged sufficiently, Pingqing took Gin's hand and said, "Let's go home."

Gin glanced at the two of them; they didn't seem drunk. Then, remembering the scene of Hirai and Margot causing a scene at the bar last time, his face darkened. He didn't want to clean up the mess, so he nodded in agreement.

"Tsk tsk, Yu Lu's pretentious manner."

Su Dai glanced at Margot, "Unlike some people who have traveled to Germany countless times without making any progress."

Upon hearing this, Margot instantly became quite dejected and downed the rest of her drink.

In that sense, he really was a failure.

Back in the car, seeing Heiji hanging on his body, Gin's eyes flashed with a smile, and he reached out to scratch Heiji's chin.

Pingqing grunted twice and slapped Gin's hand away. He didn't know when it started, but Gin liked to tease him like this.

After making a ruckus for a while, Gin drove back to the safe house, where he was immediately pinned down on the sofa by Hirai, who reeked of alcohol.

Gin sighed and held down the hand that was messing with him. Looking into Ping's clear, bright eyes, he saw no sign of being drunk.

"What do you want to do?"

Pingqing smiled and leaned closer to Gin, the faint taste of alcohol blooming between his lips and teeth.

For a long time, their lips parted.

"Koto-chan~"

"Ah."

Listening to Heikichi's mutterings, Gin's smile deepened.

……

As soon as they entered the house, Miyazaki hugged Sila tightly.

"what are you doing?"

Are you close to Margot?

Hearing Miyazaki's strange tone, Sila paused for a moment, remembering how he and Margot had just put their arms around each other.

"Are you jealous?"

Miyazaki Kyu gave a soft "hmm".

Sila brushed Miyazaki's hand away, a smirk playing on her lips. "I'm more familiar with Mikasa than with Margot." She then lifted Miyazaki's chin. "You know what? I once gave Bourbon flowers and we became temporary partners."

Upon hearing this, Miyazaki Xiu pictured a blond, dark-skinned man he had encountered at the hospital. A cold glint flashed in his eyes; he had never received flowers from Sylla.

"Is Bourbon a confidant of the Imperial Deer?"

Upon hearing this question, Sila's expression turned slightly strange. "That's indeed the case."

Currently, only members of Gin's team know that Bourbon is an undercover agent, and it cannot be revealed to others for the time being.

Seeing Sila's slightly strange expression, Miyazaki nodded. It seemed there was something wrong. Bourbon wasn't as trusted by Mishika as outsiders perceived.

Banishing those chaotic thoughts from his mind, Miyazaki looked at Sila, his tone tinged with grievance, "Han." As he spoke, he moved closer to Sila until they could both feel each other's breath, just a hair's breadth away from kissing.

Sila chuckled softly and bit Miyazaki's lips.

Miyazaki Xiu put his arm around Sila's waist and gradually took the initiative.

The gentle sound of water echoed in the quiet room.

As the temperature gradually rose, Silas, who was already feeling tipsy, felt that she was really about to get drunk.

Seeing that Xila's cheeks were slightly flushed, Miyazaki Shu put his arm around her and walked into the room. The warm yellow light made the atmosphere even more ambiguous.

He then pushed Silas onto the bed in an intimate position, his long, slender, white hands beginning to slide. He lowered his head and kissed the corner of Silas's lips, then stood in front of her, staring intently at her.

He licked his lips and slowly unbuttoned his clothes, his coat and shirt slipping to the ground.

Delicate collarbones, a fair chest, and a flame tattoo on her shoulder gradually came into view of Sira. She raised an eyebrow; a truly impressive figure, and her reaction became increasingly obvious.

Seeing Sila staring intently at him, Miyazaki's lips curled into a smile.

"Ayan."

A voice suppressing desire.

Miyazaki suddenly felt a tug and was pressed onto the bed by an irresistible force.

Seeing Miyazaki's astonished expression, Sila's Adam's apple bobbed, and she lowered her head.

The emotions buried deep in my heart, fueled by alcohol, poured out like a flood, unstoppable.

Their breaths mingled together.

For a long time, their lips parted.

Miyazaki rolled over and pinned Sila down, gazing tenderly and intently into her eyes. His tone was slightly hurried, yet deliberately softened, "Ayan, is it alright?"

Sila glared at Miyazaki Xiu, "If you're going to do it, then do it."

At this point, what's there to be coy about?

Anyway, he's never been a rational person; he just follows his body's instincts.

In any case, from appearance to physique, Miyazaki Kyu is very much to his liking.

Upon hearing this, Miyazaki Xiu's kiss landed on the corner of her eye, then traveled downwards to her soft lips.

A lingering kiss can further arouse the desires deep within one's heart.

Her hand covered his, and gradually, their fingers intertwined, tightly entwined.

As their lips and tongues intertwined, their cool fingertips moved constantly, leaving behind scattered shadows.

Sila felt as if everything Miyazaki Hugh passed by was on fire, scorching and burning. Her mind began to blur, and she was completely focused on following Miyazaki Hugh's every move.

He thought he liked it!

Forbidden Land.

Sila frowned, looking slightly uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Miyazaki patiently comforted Sila, his movements gentle, grinding her skin bit by bit.