The Witch's Temptation - 89

I was secretly startled, but I remained calm on the surface and said, "Don't you get tired of saying that word all the time?"
I could clearly feel the tremor in his heart, and I could feel the genuine emotion he felt at that moment. But I couldn't do it; I couldn't confess my feelings, so I had no choice but to run away and retreat.
I tried to pull my hand away, but he grabbed it as I did so, pulling me forcefully into his arms and whispering, "Not at all! Those are my heartfelt words."
A faint expectation flickered in his dark eyes, giving me an indescribable, strange feeling. It wasn't excitement, nor was it being moved; it was just a faint, slightly melancholic feeling that lingered in my heart.
I remained silent for a long time before finally shaking my head and saying with a slight twitch of my lips, "To be honest, your gentleness is both what I like and what I hate the most."
"Why?" he asked, his eyes filled with confusion.
“Because gentle men are often indecisive.” I glanced at him sideways and said honestly, “Just like you!”
"I—" He opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something but unable to speak for a long time.
"You always hesitate and timidly approach things," I tormented him with almost cruel words. "You can only choose one side, yet you don't want to let go of either!"
"Don't say any more!" My harsh rebuke pierced his heart like a thorn, making him feel heavy and painful in an instant.
I pursed my lips and said nonchalantly, "I never had high hopes for you, so you don't need to blame yourself so much."
His shoulders slumped, and he fell silent. After a moment, with a tentative expression, he solemnly asked, "If I no longer back down, will you give me another chance?"
I was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously frowned, pondering the meaning behind his words, lost in a daze.
"Xiaoman... will you give me another chance?" He called me again, as if he couldn't wait any longer.
"Impossible!" I blurted out without thinking, my brow furrowed. I was so quick that even I wasn't sure.
“I can see your heart is wavering; you have feelings for me!” he pressed stubbornly. “Why do you insist on trapping yourself like this?”
"I—I didn't!" Actually, I had already prepared my answer, but the contradictions and conflicts in my heart made me stammer and unable to speak. I don't know why I suddenly felt tired, not only from the turmoil in my relationship, but also from some emotions that I couldn't clearly settle down.
He sighed softly, gently placed his hand on my shoulder, and looked at me quietly, saying, "I don't want you to tire yourself out so much!"
I met his gaze, looked at him earnestly, and said without any hesitation or fear, "I feel I'm doing very well, and I don't need anyone else to comment on my life."
I've always been the kind of person who judges others by reason, and with him, I no longer have the same enthusiasm as before; all that remains is a sense of security. Yes! I felt very secure with him, and even after his betrayal, I still can't shake that feeling.
"I'm sorry, I was being nosy." A hint of disappointment flickered in his eyes, and there was some worry in his voice, but he didn't say anything more.
I frowned slightly and asked a seemingly random question, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"
He immediately looked flattered and excitedly asked, "Is that alright?"
At that moment, I really didn't want to refuse his kindness anymore, so I simply indulged myself and acted according to my own desires.
I nodded, leaned forward slightly, and softly called out, "Come in."
He came in, and the moment I closed the door, he pulled me into his arms, as if holding some beloved treasure, reluctant to let go for a long time.
My body stiffened, and a complex mix of sorrow, joy, and sweetness welled up inside me. Suddenly, a night breeze blew, ruffling my hair and stirring my heart.
I took a deep breath, placed my hand on his chest, and calmly said, "Please sit wherever you like, I'll pour you a cup of tea."
"Hmm." He gazed intently at me, his eyes filled with a hint of infatuation. He raised his hand and gently touched my face, hesitating for a long time before letting go.
On the surface, we both appeared calm, but in reality, we each harbored our own thoughts. We were both careful not to expose them, and we maintained this brief moment of peace.
I poured a glass of ice water from the refrigerator, handed it to him, and then slid onto the other side of the sofa.
"Thank you." He looked at me with deep affection, his voice still brimming with emotion.
His expression and tone made me inexplicably irritable, as if in his heart I had become a kind of 'responsibility' for him!
I frowned inwardly, my tone becoming urgent and sharp: "You don't owe me anything, so you don't need to be so polite."
He seemed taken aback by my words, paused for a moment, and then said, "That's not how it is... I never thought that way..."
I shrugged nonchalantly and said dismissively, "Whatever, I don't care about these things."
He stopped talking, momentarily lost in thought. He wanted to explain, but couldn't find any reason to refute it. He could only look at me, remaining silent for a long time.
In an instant, the atmosphere between us tensed up again. We both sat there, frozen, speechless...
The sudden doorbell ringing startled us, and we all turned to look at the door.
Before I could react, Pei Ziqian coughed lightly and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Go open the door."
I lowered my head slightly and didn't answer immediately, but I felt a little surprised.
"Xiaoman?" he called me softly again.
I frowned slightly, looked up and stared straight at him. To my surprise, his expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of displeasure whatsoever.
I looked at him with some suspicion, and suddenly asked, "Aren't you afraid of seeing other men?"
He gave a wry smile and sighed helplessly, "I can't stop it at all, can I?"
"At least you know your place!" I snorted coldly, stood up, and walked toward the door without hesitation, but unexpectedly my legs trembled with indescribable emotions.
To prevent this panic from spreading, I suddenly flung open the door and, before even seeing who it was, blurted out in an extremely rude tone, "Who is it?"
"In a bad mood?" A deep, magnetic, familiar voice entered my ears, making me frown, and I couldn't help but feel suspicious and surprised.
I composed myself, took a step forward, closed the door behind me, and then asked, "Why did you come?"
"Why can't I come?" Nam Won-hyuk's tone was full of doubt and quite serious. "Don't you know you've been missing for several days?"

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