I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

Gin suddenly stopped.

"Boyfriend?" His voice was low and cold, like a dark river flowing under the ice, with a magnetic ending that was particularly clear in the night.

Shen Yuan turned his head, and the moonlight outlined his smiling profile: "Yes, that's how I introduced you to Secretary Zhou last time!" He paused and deliberately dragged out his tone, "It's mainly because the boss has taken advantage of me a lot before!" Gin narrowed his eyes.

Shen Yuan met his gaze, and played the role of "putting the blame on someone else" to the extreme, with an innocent look as if he was the one being bullied.

Gin almost laughed out of anger when he saw Shen Yuan like this. If he remembered correctly, it was Shen Yuan who had teased him many times before and always took advantage of him unintentionally.

Gin narrowed his eyes, his eyelashes casting fine shadows in the moonlight, making his dark green pupils look even deeper.

Gin stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly sneered. He clasped his neck with his slender fingers and squeezed it with neither light nor heavy force, his fingertips brushing against the ends of his hair lightly.

"I took advantage of you?" His voice was very low, like a cello string being gently plucked, making people's eardrums itch.

His thin lips curled up in a dangerous arc, he leaned forward slightly, a few strands of silver hair fell from his shoulders, swaying gently in the night breeze.

"Who is it that always stares at me with those revealing eyes, huh?" The last syllable had an upturned nasal tone, scratching the tip of her heart like a feather.

In the moonlight, his features were sharp and sexy, his Adam's apple rolled slightly as he spoke, and the bite mark on his collarbone was faintly visible.

Gin's sneer was reflected in Shen Yuan's pupils, and he raised the corner of his mouth provocatively: "That's because you, boss, always seduce me!" His voice was full of laughter, but his fingertips restlessly climbed up Gin's collar and gently stroked the cold metal button.

Gin hummed softly, suddenly tightening his grip on the back of his neck and pulling him closer.

The two people's breaths intertwined, condensing into white mist in the cold night fog.

"Shen Yuan!" He called him by his full name, his voice containing a warning, yet also a kind of indulgent acquiescence.

The grass rustled in the distance, and Lightning leaped lightly onto the river bank, holding a wet willow branch in his mouth.

The silver-gray fur was covered with night dew, and shone like pearls in the moonlight.

It suddenly stopped and the willow branch fell from its mouth - the two humans in front of it were close together again.

The cheetah tilted its head, its ears twitching in alertness.

The ice-blue pupils clearly reflected that the master was being held by the silver-haired man by the back of the neck, with their noses almost touching.

It swung its tail in disgust and made a "snoring" sound in its throat.

I really don't understand why humans like to play this little game of sticking.

The night wind swept across the river, bringing with it the sound of splashing water.

Shen Yuan watched Lightning slowly walk back to the car. Knowing that it had had enough fun, he opened the door and let it jump into the back seat.

Gin started the engine, and the Volvo drove silently away from the river bank, through the bustling night of Tokyo, and returned to the apartment in Shirokanedai.

The sensor light in the entrance hall lit up as the door opened, and Lightning swiftly rushed into the house, leaving a trail of dark marks on the floor with its wet paw pads.

Shen Yuan looked at the small plum blossom marks on the smooth marble floor of Gin's house, and couldn't help but chuckle: "It seems that I have to trouble the boss to wash Lightning's paws and clean up at the same time!" Gin raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at him silently.

Shen Yuan blinked and gave a flattering smile: "Then I'll go make the boss a glass of Silent Reaper?" Gin snorted lightly, and finally grabbed Lightning's neck and dragged him into the bathroom.

Shen Yuan heard the sound of water and Lightning's dissatisfied snoring from inside, and walked towards the bar with a smile.

He took the bottle of Chartreuse and Gin from the wine cabinet, and the ice cubes clinked in the shaker.

Amber honey dripped into the pot and gradually merged into the wine with the shaking of his wrist.

When the dark green liquid was poured into the glass, Shen Yuan suddenly remembered that Gin once said that Chartreuse was the most suitable wine for him.

Now he discovered that when Chartreuse and Gin were mixed, no matter how they were prepared, the final result would only be a deep green, as beautiful and dangerous as poison, and it was just a matter of whether the color would become darker.

Is this Gin hinting at his own color, that no one can change him? The bathroom door suddenly opened, and Lightning shot out like a silver lightning bolt, followed by Gin, who was emitting a low pressure all over his body.

The silver-haired man was shirtless, with water droplets flowing on his well-trained muscles.

The crystal clear water droplets slid across the depression of the clavicle, paused briefly between the grooves of the chest muscles, and then slowly fell along the well-defined abdominal muscle lines.

The water droplets reflected tiny rays of light under the light, and finally disappeared at the edge of the tight waistband of the black suit pants.

A few strands of wet silver hair stuck to the side of his neck, and water droplets dripping from the ends of his hair slid down the concave line of his spine to his waist.

The hair around his ears was still dripping with water, and a drop of water happened to be hanging at the sharp corner of his jawline, about to fall.

Apparently he got splashed a lot while bathing Lightning.

With a cold face, he took out a wet rag, knelt on one knee and began to wipe the floor.

Shen Yuan leaned against the bar, his eyes involuntarily following his movements - Gin's back muscles were tensed as he wiped, the lines of his spine were like knife carvings under the light, the dimples on his waist were faintly visible as he moved, and the black suit pants wrapped around the tight curve of his hips.

Shen Yuan's Adam's apple rolled and he almost whistled, but he finally restrained himself and coughed twice: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Gin, would you like a drink?" Although he tried to keep his tone steady, Gin could still hear the smile in his voice.

The silver-haired man glanced back at him, his wet silver hair hanging in front of his forehead, making this usually cold man unexpectedly have a bit of homely sexiness.

Gin got up to wash his hands, then wiped the water droplets off his hands and walked towards the bar.

When he took the wine glass handed to him by Shen Yuan with his slender knuckles, the cold glass wall was instantly covered with a layer of mist.

The silver-haired man tilted his head back and drank it all, his Adam's apple rolling up and down as he swallowed. A drop of wine overflowed from the corner of his lips and meandered down the sharp lines of his jaw like melted honey.

The crystal trace slid across the rolling Adam's apple, gathered into a small swaying halo in the depression of the collarbone, and was finally swallowed up by the shadow of the heaving chest muscles.

Shen Yuan's gaze moved across his body like a substance, following the drops of wine - from his rolling Adam's apple to the taut lines of his shoulders and neck, and then to his well-defined abdominal muscles.

The look in his eyes was extremely aggressive, as if he wanted to tear Gin apart piece by piece with his eyes.

Gin lowered his eyes as if realizing something, and his emerald pupils met Shen Yuan's gaze.

A dangerous arc appeared at the corner of his lips, and he suddenly leaned forward and placed the empty wine glass on the bar behind Shen Yuan with a "thump".

This action enveloped him completely above Shen Yuan, and the water droplets from his wet hair dripped onto Shen Yuan's collarbone, chilling him to the bone.

"Have you seen enough?" The deep voice was wrapped in the herbal aroma of Chartreuse.

Shen Yuan did not retreat but advanced, his fingertips caressing the wet marks on Gin's waist: "Boss, a lifetime of looking at such scenery is not enough!" The warm yellow light of the bar cast the overlapping shadows of the two people on the wall, like two beasts ready to attack.

The next second, Gin suddenly reached out and snatched Shen Yuan's wine glass.

Repeat the same action - tilt your head back and drink it all.

But the next second he grabbed Shen Yuan's neck and pulled him closer.

The two people's breaths intertwined in an instant.

Gin lowered his head and pressed his thin lips precisely against Shen Yuan's.

He used the tip of his tongue to push open the other person's teeth and passed the remaining liquor in his mouth to him.

The herbal aroma of Chartreuse mixed with the crispness of gin spreads between lips and teeth.

Shen Yuan tasted the sweetness of honey, the spiciness of juniper berries, and the unique flavor of gin.

Shen Yuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he took the initiative.

He put one arm around Gin's waist, his palm pressed against his bare back, feeling the muscles tense beneath his palm.

The other hand was inserted into Gin's half-wet silver hair, and the fingertips were entangled with the cold hair, bringing the distance between them closer.

Their kiss gradually deepened, from initial tentativeness to a full-blown assault.

Gin's tongue swept across Shen Yuan's palate, causing him to tremble slightly.

Shen Yuan retaliated by biting Gin's lower lip until he tasted a hint of blood and then let go with satisfaction.

The lights from the bar cast the overlapping figures of the two people on the wall, and the ambiguous shapes kept changing with their movements.

A drop of undried wine slid down from the corner of Gin's lips, dripped down his chin onto Shen Yuan's collarbone, and was then gently licked away by Gin with the tip of his tongue.

Chapter 178 Shen Yuan's Gamble

Shen Yuan's breathing became slightly heavier, but he opened his eyes the moment Gin's hand slid down his waist.

He grabbed Gin's wrist and raised the corner of his lips provocatively: "Didn't the boss agree to have extra training tonight?" Gin stared at him, his tongue slowly licking his canine teeth, undercurrents surging in his eyes.

After a while, he loosened his hand and cursed in his heart, "Little bastard!" - in the end, he was still caught by Shen Yuan.

Gin locked the door of the training room, and the sound insulation material blocked out all sounds from the outside.

Shen Yuan moved his wrist, and brushed the redness and swelling at the corner of his lips with his fingertips, and smiled freely: "Boss, I think I have made great progress recently. Do you want to bet on something?" Gin stood under the light, with a few strands of silver hair hanging in front of his forehead, making his dark green pupils look even deeper.

The corners of his lips curled up in a sarcastic and meaningful arc: "I'll give you a hand!" Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"If you can force me to use both hands within an hour, you win!" Shen Yuan licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with eagerness: "Then boss, what's the prize if I win?" Gin's eyes slowly swept over him, and Shen Yuan couldn't understand the deep meaning in his eyes for a moment.

Finally, he spoke in a low voice: "To satisfy your desire to gain the upper hand!"

He emphasized the word "upward" very strongly, with a hint of danger.

Shen Yuan's eyes flickered, his smile deepening. The next second, he charged forward without warning! The light from the training room cast a cold glaze on Gin's silver hair. He held his right hand behind his back. Shen Yuan's side kick came with a piercing sound, but Gin simply tilted his head slightly, barely avoiding it with the hair brushing against his toes. With just his left hand, he blocked Shen Yuan's stormy attack, his breathing remaining constant.

When Shen Yuan attacked again, Gin used his left hand as a claw to grab Shen Yuan's wrist, and used the force to throw him three meters away.

Shen Yuan rolled on the anti-fall mat to relieve the force, and a muffled groan escaped from his throat.

Beads of sweat dripped down his chin, leaving dark marks on the mat.

He stared at Gin's left hand, which always hung by his side. The pale wrist was exposed from the sleeve, and it seemed that not even the blue veins were exposed.

Shen Yuan stepped forward again, even faster, his figure close to Gin's left side like a ghost, and with a sharp knife he made a straight move towards his throat.

Gin blocked with his left hand, turned his wrist, and grabbed Shen Yuan's wrist with such force that it almost crushed his bones.

Shen Yuan used the force to spin around and slammed his knee into Gin's waist.

Just as Gin was about to move sideways, Shen Yuan suddenly grabbed his long hair.

The silver hair felt like silk sliding between his fingers, but it successfully slowed down his evasive speed.

Then his knee hit Gin's waist hard. Gin's muscles tensed instantly and a muffled groan escaped from his clenched teeth.

"It's the boss who wants to be so accommodating to me..." Shen Yuan suddenly changed his tactics and swept his leg to attack the lower body, "So, boss, don't regret it!" After being blocked by Gin, his fingertips brushed across the sensitive area on Gin's waist, and the force was just right to touch the most vulnerable position.

Gin's breathing stagnated and his movements froze for a moment. Shen Yuan seized the opportunity, spun around and grabbed Gin's silver hair again, forcing him to fall back.

"Hiss--" Gin's breathing suddenly became heavy. Shen Yuan took the opportunity to raise his knee against his lower back, and locked his throat with his other hand.

Just when victory was in his grasp, Gin suddenly jumped up and flipped in the air like a soaring wolf.

The moment he landed, his right hand finally supported the ground, and his long legs swept towards Shen Yuan's supporting foot.

Shen Yuan stumbled back, his back hitting the sandbag rack, and the metal hooks clanged.

"You seem to be in even more of a mess!" Gin's voice was low and dangerous, and his breath sprayed on Shen Yuan's ears, so hot that it almost burned his skin.

Shen Yuan panted, raised his head, and laughed wildly: "But boss, you used two hands.

I won!" Gin stared at him, dark currents surging in his dark green pupils.

Finally, he slowly loosened his grip, and said in a low voice with a dangerous promise: "Tonight I will definitely satisfy your desire to have the 'upper hand', and it will definitely make you 'unforgettable'!"... The steam in the bathroom had not yet dissipated, and the humid air was filled with the cold pine scent of shower gel.

In Gin's bedroom, Shen Yuan sat astride Gin's waist and abdomen, his wet black hair hanging down, and water droplets from the ends of his hair dripped onto Gin's naked chest, winding down along the grooves of his muscles, staying briefly in the depression of his abdominal muscles, and finally sinking into the folds of the black silk sheets.

Gin's breathing was steady, but Shen Yuan could feel that the temperature of his palm was higher than usual.

The hands that always held the gun were now clasped on his waist, and the thumbs unconsciously stroked the sensitive skin on his waist, causing a slight shudder.

The black silk bed sheet was wrinkled in charming patterns under the two of them. Shen Yuan's knees were sunk into the soft fabric, and his waist was firmly held by Gin's large hands.

His breathing was a little unstable, his fingers pressed against Gin's chest, the skin under his fingertips was hot, and his heartbeat was steady and strong.

"Boss..." Shen Yuan propped up his upper body and moved with difficulty. His Adam's apple rolled, showing the beautiful lines of his neck. "You are cheating!" Gin raised his waist slightly, with a force that was neither light nor heavy, but it made Shen Yuan tense his back instantly. His wet black hair swept across the corners of his red eyes.

The silver-haired man raised a dangerous arc at the corner of his lips, and his dark green pupils glowed dimly under the dim bedside lamp.

"Didn't I satisfy your idea of ​​being on top?" His voice was low and hoarse, with laziness and unfulfilled lust.

His thumb, covered with thin calluses, rolled over Shen Yuan's waist, feeling the trembling of the muscles under his hand with satisfaction.

The sweat-soaked skin slipped like a fish in the palm of his hand, but he could never escape his control.

Shen Yuan gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but Gin suddenly grabbed his hips and pushed him back to his original position.

He groaned, and the words he wanted to refute broke in his throat and turned into a suppressed gasp. His fingers clenched the bed sheet, and the black silk fabric felt cool as it slid between his fingers.

"You..." Shen Yuan's voice was a little hoarse, and the ending tone trembled slightly, "Is this what you call satisfying me?" Gin chuckled softly, and put his other hand on the back of his neck, stroking the sensitive skin with his fingertips.

His movements were light, but carried an irresistible sense of control.

"Unsatisfied?" The low, hoarse voice vibrated like the lowest string of a cello.

Shen Yuan lowered his eyes to look at him, Gin's satisfied expression reflected in his eyes.

His current appearance was reflected in the other person's eyes - the corners of his eyes were red, and his lips were bitten until they looked like blood.