With an unreadable expression, he stared at her intently, placing a hand to her forehead as he spoke, "Are you running some kind of fever? Because you can't be serious." "Huh? Why not? Hear me out Vic, please," she begged, hands shyly tugging on his tie. "Fine, why are you thinking about this all of a sudden?" "I wouldn't say it's sudden, we've talked about this before, and I never said I didn't want to–rather, it was a conflicting decision. But now I'm sure because of Bianchi." Anger crossed over his face, puffing up as he answered, "Don't tell me this is for that b*stard because I–" With a quick kiss, she interrupted his heated words and nudged him to sit back, arranging herself onto his lap to wrap the comforter around them both. Habitually, they pressed their foreheads together and she massaged his shoulders. "Qin'ai de, let me finish. This is not for Bianchi, he only made me realize why I should. He sort of has an upper hand here, and although I have the utmost faith in you,
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