The slowly opening door revealed a backlit silhouette, and the light in the living room pierced through the thin veil.
Vera stood at the doorway, looking at Lynch, who had already fallen asleep on the bed, and sighed softly.
She couldn’t sleep. Whenever she closed her eyes, she could always feel Lynch’s breath on her face, the masculine air leaving her restless.
She began to recall the ti she and Lynch had known each other and the events that had happened during this period.
It was a magical feeling. She had to admit she had quite a fondness for Lynch and sotis even enjoyed the seemingly secretive flirting; she liked that feeling.
And today, Lynch brought her another feeling, a sense of security, and the feeling of a real man.
For the first ti, Vera understood why people describe needs as "desire"; she gained an insight.
She slowly walked to the bedside, feeling a bit disappointed and relieved at the sa ti; if Lynch hadn’t fallen asleep, she would be quite embarrassed right now.
In the middle of the night, wearing a thin nightgown and opening the door to a "male" bedroom, this was almost no longer a hint but blatantly telling others what she needed.
Lynch was asleep at the ti, and the impulsive heat cooled down, turning into a deep sigh in her heart—ah...
She wanted to touch Lynch’s face, and just as she reached out to almost touch his cheek, Lynch, who should have been asleep and might have worn a smile, suddenly opened his eyes. Grabbing Vera’s arm, he rolled backward, pressing her beneath him.
The pen’s tip had slightly pierced her skin, but she didn’t feel much pain. In the dark, looking at Lynch, she felt inexplicable joy and sothing indescribable.
The impulse that had already faded reignited again, and she felt another wave of "desire."
The light from outside shone in, allowing Lynch to see Vera’s face; he was sowhat surprised, "I thought it was your servant you ntioned."
As he spoke, he moved the pen away from Vera’s neck, and a drop of dark red blood oozed from the wound.
"Sorry for hurting you..." Lynch casually placed the pen in the crevice between the bedhead and mattress, feeling a bit lost as he looked at the wound on Vera’s neck, which had so residual ink.
Vera felt uncomfortable and embarrassed, offering an explanation for her actions, "I just wanted to see if you were used to it..."
In the next second, Lynch gently kissed the wound, softly sucking, trying to remove the ink from it. He got the wrong person, so he had to clean up the ss, but there was no good way.
But for Vera, it had a different feeling. After a soft sigh that sounded like complete relaxation, everything turned amorous.
The night passed without a word.
In the morning, when Lynch woke up, he was alone in the bed. Stretching lazily, he went into the bathroom to take a shower.
It was a very different pleasure, showering while reflecting.
Girls like Penny might be more outstanding in appearance and figure, but these girls often ss things up; they pursue their enjoynt more than mutual enjoynt.
Won like Vera are different; her understanding of life surpasses those immature girls by far. Perhaps this is the best explanation for the word "serving," tender as water, making one linger.
Walking out of the bathroom, changed into fresh clothes, the maid preparing breakfast felt slightly surprised seeing Lynch but was not overly astonished.
After all, Lynch was coming out of the guest room, not the master bedroom, which ant he might be staying here temporarily for one night without anything happening with the hostess.
The maid was accustod to such short stays and did not pay much attention to Lynch’s appearance, as observing the hoowner or the hoowner’s guests is impolite. She just glanced briefly and ca to this conclusion.
Lynch’s youth did not imdiately invoke certain associations; perhaps she thought Lynch might very likely be Vera’s relative, such as a brother or nephew.
Breakfast was bountiful, with fruits, vegetables, milk, grilled ham, bacon, and fried eggs.
The maid Vera employed was not the ordinary kind; ordinary ones can’t enter the high-end social service companies, let alone serve those social elites.
She had a cooking level certificate recognized by relevant institutions, which gave her breakfast a certain aesthetic.
Soon, Vera erged from the room. The maid paused for a mont when greeting her, both being won, so it wasn’t much of a problem to look a bit longer; she said sothing unexpected, "Madam, you look much better today than before!"
Vera was coming down the stairs and paused for a mont, then smiled and explained, "I changed to new costics. It seems like this ti my money wasn’t wasted."
The servant lowered her head and continued with her tasks upon hearing this. It was easy to imagine that the costics used by the lady of the house were definitely not sothing an hourly servant could afford or use.
When Vera sat down at the dining table, she touched her cheek. She felt a bit embarrassed, as everything that happened last night seed like a dream. She had thought it would take great courage and difficult decisions, but everything happened so naturally.
This left her sowhat unsure of how to face Lynch since she was the one who went to him, not the other way around.
Her face starting to flush, she took advantage of the mont she lowered her head to drink juice to softly ask, "Do I really look better than before?"
Lynch scrutinized her for a mont, which made Vera’s face even redder, to the point of being radiant. Then Lynch slowly nodded, "You look better than before."
This made Vera think of so vulgar sayings on the market, suggesting that proper relaxation can improve a woman’s appearance. Although that is indeed true in a way, these sayings essentially miss the point.
What makes people energetic and improves one’s complexion isn’t sothing as simple as a physical exchange that even caven understood; it’s the changes in mood and mindset. Mood and emotions can affect soone’s entire day.
A person who wakes up with a smile and hums a little tune definitely leaves a better impression than soone with a sullen face first thing in the morning.
But since won believe in it, nothing can be done about it.
The two of them sat at the breakfast table as if nothing had happened. Shortly after, a little boy was brought out by the servant. He seed pleasantly surprised to see Lynch. He wanted to say sothing to Lynch, but his good upbringing ultimately made him choose to greet Lynch properly and then quietly eat his breakfast.
Twice during the al, the little boy wanted to say sothing but was stopped by Vera’s gaze. It wasn’t until breakfast was finished that he reluctantly left the table, holding the servant’s hand as he headed to school.
The Federation’s winter break starts in the fourth week of December, which is in two days, and classes resu in the third week of January the following year, making the entire holiday last twenty-one days.
It might seem like a short amount of ti, but once the weather warms up a bit, there’s also a spring break.
After spring break cos sumr break, and following sumr break is the fall harvest break, also called the autumn break in so places.
These four major breaks add up to fifteen to eighteen weeks in total, and with other holidays added in, the children’s "hardship" is not as severe as they might imagine.
Once the servant took the child away completely, Vera sighed in relief. But sohow, the previously tense atmosphere turned awkward due to the departure of those who might have discovered sothing.
Lynch continued reading his newspaper while enjoying the delicious breakfast. Vera, looking at him, seed a bit lost in thought as she recalled sothing.
"Last night..." she decided to say sothing to alleviate the awkwardness she was shouldering alone.
Lynch put down the newspaper and looked at her, "I must apologize."
Vera was a bit surprised, looking up at Lynch, who maintained the smile on his face, "I must apologize to you. You know I’m still young and sotis can’t help myself, and you..."
He made a little gesture, like brushing the surface of the water with the back of his hand, "are so beautiful, I hope this doesn’t trouble you."
In fact, both of them knew who couldn’t resist, but Lynch stepping up and admitting it was him gave Vera a significant excuse, which made Vera very moved.
She reached out and held Lynch’s hand, feeling touched, with so other emotions brewing and stirring.
Lynch gently ran his fingers through his hair, lightly caressing her flushed cheek, "Can you forgive ?"
Vera gently rubbed her face against Lynch’s palm and couldn’t help but laugh, "Of course..."
The atmosphere imdiately relaxed. Lynch nodded, "There are still so things I want to talk to you about. You know, many things ordinary people can have are a luxury for , including marriage."
"I’m very sorry, I may...", he made a gesture everyone understood, "but I can’t marry you. I must make this clear, I’m very sorry, truly sorry."
"If we both take a step back, we can still be friends, good friends. If you still find it hard to accept, I can also choose to disappear..."
At this mont, all of Lynch’s words seed to Vera like a way to make her feel unburdened, which deeply moved her. In this era of male chauvinism, not every man could genuinely consider won’s feelings like this.
Moreover, everything Lynch was saying now, including that he couldn’t "control himself", could be a heavy blow to his image if it got out. Yet, he bravely stood up to keep her from feeling any psychological burden.
She expressed her attitude in the simplest way.
anwhile, Lynch fervently reciprocated and recalled the words of an old charlatan — when a woman is moved by you, her sensitivity is no longer sensitivity but blind willfulness!
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