Everything about her was very real, so real that no flaws could be seen - but Gin just didn't believe it.

He had been deceived by her before and would not allow himself to be deceived a second time.

But at this moment, the expressionless look on her face with her eyes open and weeping made Gin feel reality like never before.

She didn't even cry out, she just stared with red eyes, and big tears rolled down, forming an uninterrupted stream of water. Gin never knew that a person could shed so many tears.

Even in the past, he had only seen her crying under him - those were uncontrollable biological tears, the tears of losing control of her body after being pushed to the extreme.

He was obsessed with her helplessness and vulnerability at that moment, which was something only he could give, a vulnerability that was on the border between pain and bliss.

He liked her tears.

But he had never seen her actually cry.

It turns out that this is how she really cried.

There was no sound, even the chest rarely rose and fell, but his eyes were open, empty and desperate, and he was crying.

Gin remembered what she had just asked herself - was that the reason for her tears?

Thinking about that night, he shot and killed her?

She was immersed in such desperate memories and cried uncontrollably.

The moment he thought about it clearly, Gin felt that his uncontrollable impulse was miraculously suppressed temporarily.

He still desperately wanted to possess her, but at least, not at such a desperate moment as hers.

Gin stopped his movements, nodded and kissed her tears away.

But the tears pouring down like a floodgate had no tendency to stop. Gin kept kissing and sucking her, feeling that her mouth was full of bitterness.

The bitter taste blended into his teeth along with her tears, swallowed into his throat, and spread throughout his body along with his blood and breathing.

Her real tears fermented a miraculously empathetic bitterness in his body, which made Gin even have the idea of ​​making her stop crying.

He thought that he liked to see her cry.

He is obsessed with the beauty and purity shattered and reshaped under his hands, just like he loves the burning Mona Lisa.

But when she really burned and broke, he didn't feel any pleasure at all.

He wanted to fix it.

In the first half of his life, Gin never had the common sense of "how to make others stop crying". He could only awkwardly freeze in place and reach out his hand to wipe her tears.

Then he said firmly: "...Stop crying."

He doesn't know how to comfort, he only knows how to give orders.

"Stop crying."

Of course, such words had no consoling effect. Furukawa Kumisa didn't listen to a word and just continued to cry.

He then reached out to hug her into his arms and patted her back with stiff force, trying to imitate the way a "normal person" comforted others in his memory.

Furukawa Kumisa didn't struggle, or in other words, she didn't react at all, she was just held in his arms blankly.

Her face was pressed against his chest, and her uncontrollable tears instantly soaked his clothes.

A piece of cold water stuck to Gin's chest, which was very close to his heart, giving him a sour and wet feeling for the first time.

He hugged the silent body in his arms a little tighter.

...If she wants to cry, she can just cry as long as she wants.

He had seen normal people shed tears, but he was definitely not like Furukawa Kumisa, who subconsciously suppressed his emotions even in such a desperate and sad moment.

They used to cry to vent their grievances and sadness, but she vented even this kind of vent silently and with restraint.

He then changed his words: "...cry it out."

Furukawa Kumisa did not respond, still crying silently.

Gin paused for a moment, then reached out to lift her chin and bit her lip.

Compared with the force he used when he was crazy in the past, this mouthful was already very gentle, but it still gave her a moment of pain.

She trembled subconsciously, and the surging emotions seemed to have found an outlet and burst through the dam in an instant.

She threw herself into his arms, letting out cathartic cries and tears.

She cried hoarsely in his arms, as if she wanted to vent all the pain and despair she had experienced over the years.

Gin hugged her, who was convulsing from crying, and stroked her back gently.

"...Cry."

Furukawa Kumisa was really crying without any care at this moment. He didn't even think about where he was now, and he didn't care who was holding him in front of him. He just vented on his own.

Gin used almost all his patience to wait for her to finish crying. Even the clothes on her body were stained by her tears and were almost dripping with water.

He even wondered if she cried out all the water in her body.

Gin liked blood, and the feeling of warm and fresh blood wrapping around him fascinated him.

But he didn't know that he hated tears so much.

Being soaked in her tears made him irritable and uneasy, but he didn't want to vent to her.

After an unknown amount of time, her crying finally subsided. Gin thought she had finally vented her anger and lowered her head to look at her.

But I saw that her lips were pale, her face was watery, and her red eyes could no longer shed a single tear. She could only cry incessantly, and she was actually crying until she lost consciousness.

He reached for the water glass on the bedside table and wanted to replenish her water.

She no longer refused as before, she just followed his movements blankly, sipping in small sips.

After drinking up the water in his hand, Furukawa Kumisa looked up blankly, obviously not having recovered yet, but just instinctively wanting to replenish water.

She looked at him twitchingly, with undisguised desire in her eyes: "...water..."

Her eyes were like clear trickles washed down by heavy rain, clean and thorough, with a breathtaking beauty, and that beauty was superimposed with undisguised desire. Just one look made Gin hold the water glass in her hand.

A lag.

He suppressed his sudden rapid breathing, stood up and poured her another glass of water.

He returned to the bed with the water glass. She had already reached out to get the glass, and then drank a few sips eagerly. A few drops flowed down her lips in her hurried movements, and fell on her lips, which were already wet with tears.

Transparent collar.

Gin noticed that his fingertips were slightly tightened, and he asked in a deep voice: "Do you want more?"

She put down the cup and nodded, "Yes."

There is still such undisguised, burning desire.

Gin went to fill the water glass for the last time, but he raised his head and took a sip himself, then leaned forward and covered her lips.

The warm water passed to her from his mouth, and she swallowed it obediently, even sticking out her tongue as if she still wanted to ask for it.

Her unconscious requesting action instantly ignited all the dark flames in Gin. He pressed her down on the bed and looked into her hazy eyes.

"Then it's my turn."

There was still confusion in her eyes, as if she didn't realize what he was talking about.

Such a confused and clean water color almost drove him crazy.

The moment before she completely made up for her regrets, Gin's eyes suddenly flashed past her desperate and silent crying.

——Anyway...you have already killed me once.

He slumped down, watched her face flash with pain for a moment, and suddenly spoke.

"...There won't be a second time."

Furukawa Kumisa took small sips of air to relieve the discomfort, and her cold heart slowly warmed up.

...Very good, with this sentence, her efforts will not be in vain.

After so many years of working as a strategy player, reason and calmness have been deeply ingrained into her bones.

Even though her true feelings were indeed revealed the moment she learned that the system had left, the moment Gin opened her mouth, she gradually sobered up.

She knew that Gin was not willing to believe her easily anymore.

In this case, it is better to make good use of this God-given opportunity and take advantage of the trend to try again.

It is not difficult to cry so loudly that she is hoarse. She has not vented for a long time, and with the departure of the system, she can cry a hundred times more truly.

If Gin wants true love, she will give him true love.

It’s just that there is no help from the system for the time being...

She squinted her eyes slightly, looking at the warm light swaying slightly on the ceiling, and finally closed her eyes and let herself sink.
Chapter completed!