All Chapters of I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I kept on hypnotising myself, reassuring myself, and then calmly turned off the shower and left the bathroom.Zephyrine was lying quietly on the bed with her eyes closed, as if she was already asleep. I quietly changed out of my soaked pyjamas and took another small sheet out of the cupboard back into the living room and lay down on the sofa. With a weak heart, there was no longer any way for me to share a bed with Zephyrine. It'll all blow over, I said to myself before I went to bed.Is Zephyrine drunk? Must be drunk. It's the only way she'd kiss me. All of a sudden, I couldn't move, or maybe I didn't want to. Never before had I looked so closely at Zephyrine, and it seemed that if I leaned down just a little more, our eyelashes would touch. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster - but the faster it beat, the weaker I got, and the weaker I got, the more I couldn't move. The person underneath me still didn't speak, only staring calmly at me. The seductive scent of the wine o

There was no response from the other side, and after a second or two Leslie lowered her head again and continued brushing hard. Following last night, Leslie's cleanliness disorder seemed to be out of control, or was it always like that? I, as an outsider, could only silently stand aside and look at such a strange Leslie, not knowing what to do. After about three to four minutes, Leslie suddenly stood up, probably because she got up too fast and got dizzy, her body swayed. I rushed forward and wanted to support her, but immediately realised that this was impossible, so I could only stand by and ask her worriedly, "Are you alright?" "Er... Forget it," I said, feeling a little weak, as the tape gave me a feeling similar to "Sex and Photographs", "I'm dead, so why don't I just skip it?" Leslie relaxed her body and leaned back into the couch again, saying, "That Steven guy today... Asked you to give him the last song." Leslie raised an eyebrow, "That sheet music I picked up at your hou

The melody on the TV finally ended, but just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a figure suddenly walked onto the stage, it was Miracle, suddenly seeing her again, I couldn't help but feel a little bit sad, standing in front of the TV. Miracle stood on the stage, put one hand around my waist, and held the microphone in the other hand and said softly to me, "Aliana, you're not in the 'Nobody Loves You Club' because you're loved by me. " As soon as the words left my mouth, the room erupted into all kinds of cacophony and whistling. I vaguely remember this scene, but had always thought it was just a dream, but I never thought it had actually happened. Evidently, I was indeed too drunk at that time. Wait, since this wasn't a dream, then next... I looked at Leslie, who was still glued to the screen, and tried to switch the TV off, but it was too late. On stage "Kiss! Kiss!" Miracle smiled and moved closer to me, while I hugged my acoustic guitar, turned my head sideways and kisse

With all these thoughts in my head, I was lying on the sofa, but I was as restless as if I were lying in the Dead Sea. It was nearly twelve o'clock when I felt like I was suffocating to the point of dying. Without telling Zephyrine in advance, I grabbed my keys, put on my jacket, and almost unconsciously made my way near her radio company. By this time, Zephyrine's show had just started, so I slipped over to the nearby McDonald's and ordered an orange juice before sitting silently and alone by the window, staring. It was only when I looked at the blank face reflected in the window that I came back to myself a little. What was the point of rushing over here so impulsively? If I see Zephyrine later, what should I say? Hiding my head in the sand like an ostrich to escape reality - that's the only thing I know how to do now. And that's how Leslie and I said goodbye tonight." There are probably few people in the world who are as honest as Leslie. I leaned my head helplessly against the

"It's a shame about the unfinished piece," Leslie said softly, "aren't you going to finish it?" With that, she lowered her head again and tapped the keys, "Even though it's a guitar score, if it was you, you'd have no problem finishing it on the piano, right?" After saying that, she raised her head again and looked at me with a slight smile. "What's wrong?" Presumably noticing that I looked a little off, Leslie asked softly. "Come along," Leslie said to herself, "I'm planning on going to dance class tonight... Just keep me company." After I made such a fuss, Leslie was much more energetic, and she seemed to be in a good mood all day, with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth. I was happy to see her in such a good mood, and I felt that when Leslie smiled, all the flowers in the shop smiled. In the evening, Leslie left the flower shop and went home as usual, but for some reason, she changed her clothes after dinner and looked like she was going out. I remembered that Leslie onl