Chapter 51: Turmoil

Yang Yi found it baffling; they had only met twice. Could this be the result of the last time's "suspension bridge effect"? But he was a veteran of the love field; shouldn't such childish tactics be too crude for him?

Yes, she was infatuated with him, she wanted to conquer him, her heart fluttered for him, but she had never thought he would truly fall in love with her—only in midnight reveries did she dare think so.

Even if he truly fell in love with her—how could that be? Thinking of it, she herself felt it was impossible—and it shouldn't be this fast.

His impulsive confession filled her with doubts, causing even the slight trust generated on the terrace earlier to retreat completely.

He had a long list of girlfriends: stunning co-stars, pure female athletes, elegant and generous third-generation heiresses, and even a playboy's sexy bombshell model—yet he actually said he fell in love with her? It was almost laughable.

Oh, think about it, what did she have that they didn't? Yes, superpowers, the only S-class. A target worthy of a man's conquest and display.

Was he a spy? Was he bribed by someone, approaching her for some purpose? The Ark National Security Bureau? The Federal Bureau of Investigation? The Central Intelligence Bureau? Or some organization with designs on her?

Yang Yi carefully replayed his words; she felt the hand Chris held on her shoulders trembling slightly.

If this was also acting, then it was too superb.

Acting can deceive people, but a heartbeat cannot. Her telekinesis quietly reached out, probing his pulse and heartbeat.

"Thump-thump-thump-thump—" She felt it; his heart was beating very fast.

No, no, when people are nervous, their heartbeats also speed up; this proves nothing. If he was lying to me and afraid of being discovered, his heartbeat would still beat very fast.

At this moment, she really wanted to rush into the banquet to find Jian's figure and perform a lie detector test on Chris.

As if competing with his heartbeat, her own heart also involuntarily beat extremely fast.

She thought of ten thousand reasons in her mind for him approaching her, the only one she dared not admit—that he was telling the truth, he truly fell in love with her, and she was worthy of being loved.

No, no, even if he was sincere, it could be a psychology of worshipping strength; before she guided him to master the sea beast, he hadn't had such intense emotional fluctuations.

Yes, the psychology of worshipping strength; if she were an ordinary person, protected by another overwhelmingly powerful person who seemed capable of defeating all dangers, experiencing an adventurous and thrilling extraordinary life, she too would fall in love with the other party.

Before such completely displayed earth-shattering power, one's self would appear exceptionally weak and helpless, just like the powerlessness humans feel facing tsunamis, earthquakes, and tornadoes.

This is an instinct.

Having confirmed this, she almost felt somewhat pitiful for him.

And this was all her fault; if she hadn't intentionally taken him to experience that ordeal for the "suspension bridge effect," he originally wouldn't have been so stimulated.

But at the same time, she felt she controlled him, because in this world, only she could bring him such feelings, only she could satisfy him.

Completely controlling a man she had dreamed of, making him admire you, making him obey you, making him infatuated with you, and that you could never be easily replaced in his heart—unless there was someone in this world stronger than you.

This was simply more wonderful than love.

Did she need love? No, what she needed was just a man she had once dreamed of, his admiration and love for her.

To satisfy her despicable vanity and compensate for her years of humble infatuation.

Control brought security; now she could extend a portion of trust to him.

She certainly liked him, she was still infatuated with him, and her heart would flutter at every one of his smiles.

"Chris, you know, I am uncertain about the feelings between us."

Yang Yi weighed her words; she was thinking how to explain her avoidance of him. She couldn't tell him she was afraid she would suck him dry into a mummy.

"You leave me at a loss, you make me lose my usual calm; this emotion makes me uneasy. I want to get close to you, yet I want to avoid you," Yang Yi said. How much sincerity was in these words, even she herself couldn't tell.

"My mind is a mess right now; I don't even know what I'm saying." Yang Yi concluded, lowering her head and refusing to look into his eyes.

Chris let out a long sigh; he cupped her face with both hands. Moonlight from the window reflected over, casting cold moonlight on her face; in her pitch-black eyes, many things that couldn't be understood seemed to be surging.

He had never felt a woman was so charming; she was like a riddle, she was like a black hole; everything approaching her would involuntarily be sucked in by the gravity she emitted.

"Yang Yi..." Chris's eyes were dark blue under the moonlight, as deep as the sea under the moon, "Don't be distant and then close to me again, don't let my heart go up and down, okay?"

Yang Yi gazed at this face that had appeared countless times in her dreams, wanting to give him a definite answer; she wanted to kiss him, just like in her dreams.

She wanted to act without regard, regardless of what request he made, to agree to all of them; even if he wanted the moon in the sky, she would personally move it down for him.

But at the same time, a chill rose in her chest; "It" within her body, "He," the pressing hunger, and that inexplicable prophecy made her hesitate again: "I... I dare not be sure... I believe you, I just have no confidence in myself..."

Chris's dark blue eyes were dyed with a trace of sorrow; he understood he had lost everything; at this card table, the cards in his hand were almost played out, while she still held her trump card.

Unless he overturned the table and left, he was destined to become her defeated subordinate.

He hesitated; he felt that before everything became irretrievable, he had to leave quickly.

Only by leaving her side could he regain calmness to think.

Chris looked at her deeply one last time, said nothing, and left silently.

Yang Yi stood alone on the balcony, gazing at the moonlight outside the window.

In the past, she enjoyed solitude, enjoyed the silence of being alone, but at this moment, this silence was so noisy, making her head swell and her mood chaotic.

She missed that seaside small town immensely, missed her secret base; only there could she find peace.

The hunger within her body seemed to sense her unsettled mood; a fire in her heart rose and fell along with the chaotic feelings, crawling from the depths of her heart to her four limbs and hundred meridians; gradually, her entire body began to fall.

Her stomach convulsed; waves of emptiness attacked; the hungry beast locked inside her body howled and struggled, about to break through this fragile cage.

It wanted to crawl out; it wanted to drink dripping fresh blood; it wanted to eat jumping fresh meat; it wanted to use life to soothe the irritable turmoil.

"Yang Yi, are you okay?" Daniel discovered Yang Yi alone here and walked over.