Chapter 159: Despicable and Shameless

At night, she flew toward the direction of Chris's house.

An impulse urged her to fly to find Chris without waiting; this was not only because of the Evil God's sudden gaze, nor only because of her longing for Chris... there was also an indescribable, even slightly ambiguous emotion, and this emotion was also related to Thomas...

Moreover, this ambiguous sentiment completely violated her moral standards, violated her expectations for pure feelings, and even more so violated the repayment of feelings for Chris that she had anticipated in her heart...

She knew well that her feelings for Chris were not entirely love, but mixed with infatuation, vanity, and some desire for conquest and the utilitarianism of fulfilling a long-held wish—this was not moral; she clearly understood this point, so when she saw Chris's pure and deep love, she felt instead somewhat fearful and guilty.

Just like a starving person approaching a puppy with the intention of eating dog meat, only to receive the puppy's unrequited closeness and adoration, while what they gave in return was nothing more than an insignificant pat and a rotten bone.

On that night when Chris incoherently confessed his feelings to her, she had already made up her mind never to betray Chris's deep affection.

She had never received such intense, deep, unrequited, and cautious love from a person.

But only two days had passed...

Alright, she had confirmed that Thomas indeed had feelings for her that went beyond friendship, when he held her face in both hands and pulled down the corners of her mouth, when he gazed into her eyes as if holding a thousand words...

She shook her head, her speed increased even more, and in an instant she arrived at Chris's villa.

The villa was brightly lit; Chris was sitting on the sofa holding a remote control, the light of the holographic screen casting dim and unclear shadows on his face.

When Yang Yi entered, she happened to see Thomas's arrogant face on the screen; that was the scene of him refusing her request for a work.

Instantly, her heart felt faint, and her steps became a few lighter.

She pretended nothing was wrong as she glanced at the holographic screen. "Why are you watching this?" she asked, sitting down beside Chris.

Chris wrapped both arms around her, easily lifting her into his embrace, his arms encircling her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder, and he said in a low voice: "I just want to see you at all times."

From this angle, his expression could not be seen, and his voice was very normal; Yang Yi could sense nothing.

Moreover, he was a good actor; if he wanted to conceal his emotions, no one could see through him.

"We have only been apart for two days," Yang Yi smiled, secretly letting out a sigh of relief.

"I feel as if it has been two years, no, even longer than two years..." He still rested his chin on her shoulder, affectionately nuzzling her neck; her long hair completely covered his face. "There is an old saying in your Xia Country: 'One day apart is like three autumns.'"

This last sentence was spoken in Xia Country language; he spoke very slowly, and except for a slightly awkward tone, it was already very clear and standard.

"You learned the Xia Country language so quickly!" Yang Yi praised, and her tone was slightly deliberate.

"How long have we known each other?" Suddenly, Chris asked out of the blue.

"Two months," Yang Yi thought for a moment and answered affirmatively.

"Sixty-four days," Chris stated with ambiguous meaning. "Fifty-five days since we established a relationship, and the actual time we spent together adds up to less than thirteen days..."

Suddenly, his tone shifted. "According to this timeline, we can almost be considered strangers, can't we?"

Yang Yi's heart stirred; she turned her body and looked carefully at his expression.

His blue eyes were still beautiful, but the complexity within them was beyond words, like a dark fire burning silently in the darkness.

Suddenly, a slightly playful smile appeared on his face, a smile extremely incongruous with his eyes at that moment. "Not as long as the time you spent with Marquis Essex."

Yang Yi's originally anxious heart, upon hearing this sentence, finally could not help but laugh; this laugh carried a feeling of relief, and also a hint of self-satisfaction.

"You are jealous," she said in a declarative sentence.

Then she repeated her old trick, turned around, and straddled his legs, facing him; she kissed his forehead and said with a smile: "So cute, I like seeing you jealous... Do you know? It gives me a great sense of achievement..."

She kissed his eyebrows and eyes again, gazing into his eyes, and asked with a smile: "Chris, guess? During those days when I lost my telekinesis, who did I miss the most? Who was in my dreams?"

She kissed his straight nose again. "Guess again, when I entered the otherworldly passage, who was the last person I thought of in that final moment?"

She kissed his lips again, smiling as she asked, "Guess again, who am I thinking of right now?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the previous scene suddenly invaded her mind: Thomas leaned down, his thin lips gently pressing against her lips...

Stop! She could not recall any further; she should throw this scene into the trash and never think of it again.

Yang Yi wanted to stop her thoughts, but her mind was beyond her control.

At that time, when Thomas kissed her, although she was surprised, she was far from panicked to the point of being unable to calmly handle the situation; instead, after the initial shock, she quickly reacted and understood Thomas's feelings.

And several methods naturally appeared in her mind that would not hurt the other person's feelings and self-esteem, would not break the harmonious relationship between the two, and would resolve the current awkwardness with humor and wit.

But she did nothing.

This was too despicable, too shameless.

And... and...

From this shamelessness, she obtained a sinful pleasure that transgressed morality and touched taboos...

This fleeting glance did not escape Chris's sensitive eyes; the heart that had just risen instantly fell into an abyss of ten thousand fathoms.

He looked at Yang Yi's face almost in a daze, feeling empty in his chest, as if his heart had been plucked out by someone.

He wanted to ask that question, "Have you fallen in love with someone else?" or, "Are you leaving me?" but he feared the words spoken would possess some magical power and come true immediately, so they were stuck in his throat, almost making it impossible for him to breathe.

Yang Yi immediately noticed Chris's condition; after all, he was unintentionally concealing nothing; he could no longer conceal.

This dispirited appearance made her shudder all over instantly; a familiar feeling flashed through her body...

Lightning flashed and thunder rolled, a wild wind and torrential rain; a hungry little girl hid inside a concrete pipe, her arms tightly hugging herself, looking fearfully at the left side of the pipe for a while, then suddenly turning her head to look at the right side of the pipe; finally, she looked out at the pouring rain with a dispirited gaze, as if abandoned by the entire world...

Perhaps sometimes, we are not sympathizing with others, but pitying ourselves—a thought inexplicably appeared in her mind.

Suddenly, she seemed to wake up all at once, looked around, and finally her gaze stopped on Chris.

She got off his legs and sat beside him.

"I'm sorry, I hurt your heart, didn't I?" After a long while, she asked in a low voice.

Chris remained silent, only gazing at the clips of Yang Yi and Thomas on the holographic screen in silence—he had been looping these clips.

"It will never happen again," she said with an unusually serious tone.