The Development Diary of a Vampire Assassi Chapter 121 : Chapter 121

Chapter 121: She Is Different

“Do you know what ‘liking’ is?”

The question fell abruptly, and at the sa mont the car slamd to a sudden stop. If not for the protection of the seatbelt, Eve’s generous chest would have ended up giving the windshield a full facial wash.

Yet she did not get angry. Instead, maintaining her curiosity, she calmly t Annabella’s horrified gaze. The latter opened her mouth, struggling to produce a few broken sounds.

“Uh… uh…”

After quite a while, Annabella swallowed hard.

“What did you just say?”

“I asked—what is liking?”

“Do you an liking a thing or a person?”

“…A person, I suppose?”

Upon hearing that, Annabella practically launched herself out of the driver’s seat. With a loud bang, her head struck the roof of the car before she dropped back down.

“Hiss… that hurts, that hurts… Why would you ask sothing like that?”

“Well… because a girl nad Marg claid to be your lover. So I thought you should know what ‘liking’ is,” Eve said lazily, resting her chin on one hand. Then she paused and added, “If it makes you uncomfortable, you do not have to answer. I can ask soone else…”

“Don’t! Ask —I know!”

Annabella hurriedly interrupted her. If Eve asked soone else, she might end up being fooled. As Eve’s best sister, Annabella felt a responsibility to explain sothing like this properly.

Besides… could it be that that red-haired little scholar had really managed to warm this block of stone?

One truly could not judge a person by appearances. Annabella had tried for two whole years without success, yet that girl managed to win Eve over in less than a month after arriving at the Hatherin Family. It was difficult not to suspect that she had used so underhanded trick.

Thinking of that, Annabella glanced again at Eve’s earnest, inquisitive expression.

Alright… probably not. Ordinary drugs would never work on this block of stone. That ant it must be…

Disdain the young-lover enthusiasts, understand the young-lover enthusiasts, beco a young-lover enthusiast.

“Well? Are you going to explain it or not?” Eve asked.

“Ah… ahem… yes, yes.” Annabella cleared her throat, covering her mouth with a fist and speaking seriously. “This thing called liking… to put it simply—although perhaps I am not explaining it very well—it lies sowhere between fondness and love.”

Eve blinked but said nothing, listening with complete seriousness.

“Liking is not exactly an emotion. It is more like a catalyst ford by the combination of physiology, psychology, behavior, and feelings.”

“…And then?”

“Student, you are not allowed to kiss the teacher’s mouth,” Annabella suddenly said sternly. Sohow she had produced a teaching pointer from nowhere, and the car window had even turned into a blackboard filled with white writing.

“First, from the most basic physiological perspective, it is an instinctive reaction. Your body sends signals that are beyond rational control—for example, sensory pleasure, focused attention, and a desire for physical contact.”

“You begin to see the other person through a flattering filter, constantly magnifying their good points. Your emotions affect each other directly, and you feel an instinctive rejection toward them interacting with other people—whether of the opposite sex or the sa sex.”

“So… do you understand?”

Eve nodded as if she understood and yet did not. It felt as though smoke was rising from the back of her head. Her single-threaded processor needed so ti to work through it, so she raised her hand.

“Then what is the most obvious sign?”

“Idiot. The simplest one—safety and comfort,” Annabella replied. “You unconsciously rely on each other, and in certain matters, no one else can replace the other.”

Rely on each other.

No one else can replace the other.

The two phrases echoed repeatedly in Eve’s mind, gradually becoming clearer from their initial blur.

So…

Wanting only to drink her blood… and allowing only her to practice calligraphy?

That should count, right? It must count.

I like Vivian.

While Eve was still trying to convince herself of this conclusion, Annabella continued talking nonstop, as though she had beco imrsed in reminiscing about so unforgettable past experience.

“People often say that liking is God’s greatest blessing.”

“Fondness is superficial and fleeting, while love requires responsibility. But liking sits right in the middle—it can run toward either side at any ti and still walk away unscathed!”

What a player’s declaration.

Eve ignored the peculiar insight entirely and suddenly asked, “Why are you so experienced?”

Annabella answered without thinking.

“Well of course that is because—”

But halfway through, she suddenly realized her mistake. People always said spilled water could not be gathered back up—but actually, it could. It would just be dirty afterward.

“Eve baby, lately you seem to enjoy digging pits for to fall into,” Annabella said with a forced smile. Then she asked sincerely, “Have I done sothing to wrong you? Hmm?”

“What I an is… with your personality, you are very easy to be taken advantage of. Do you understand?”

Wait. Sister, you have gone too far this ti. Have you even been in a relationship? You are just making things up.

You should first talk about childhood trauma, then take advantage of the vulnerability. Have you never played a dating ga? If you do not build affection points, how are you supposed to unlock special CG scenes?

“Take advantage of ? You… are certain?” Eve repeated uncertainly.

Annabella was montarily speechless. She hesitated, then finally nodded.

“Fine. You win.”

“I am telling you—if you were not so strong, I would have tied you up long ago and—”

She began describing a series of extrely inappropriate acts before abruptly stopping.

After going on for a while, her face had turned flushed red, and she was breathing heavily. Only then did she finally stop.

Eve’s expression gradually darkened with disgust. She instinctively moved closer to the car door. The strange aura radiating from Annabella made her extrely uncomfortable.

She picked up her parasol, opened the door, and stepped out of the car.

Click.

Saved.

Holding the parasol, her tall figure stood alone beside the bridge. Beneath it, the river surged forward, white foam churning on the surface. If it could rain at this mont, the atmosphere would have been perfect.

Unfortunately, the peace did not last long.

Behind her ca the sound of a car door opening and closing, followed by approaching footsteps.

Without turning around, Eve used the last of her patience to ask, “Where exactly are we going?”

“First… I need to apologize to you,” Annabella said.

Eve: ?

“Just now I actually—pfft—cough—ah, that hurts!”

Sotis a fist was the most effective solution. Eve flexed her wrist. She had not used her fists in a while, so she felt a little rusty, but the strength was still there—more than enough to make this shaless woman realize her mistake.

Annabella bent over, clutching her stomach, nearly vomiting from the blow. She wanted to protest loudly, but by the ti she looked up, Eve had already started walking away.

“Hey! Wait for ! What if you get lost?”

Eve ignored her, rely slowing her pace slightly so Annabella could catch up.

They walked side by side in silence for a while.

“So…” Annabella finally broke the silence, her voice far more serious than before. “You are truly thinking about what liking ans, right?”

Eve gave a soft hum in response.

“It is not really that red-haired kid, is it?”

At those words, Eve stopped walking. Her eyes were clear and earnest.

“She is not a child.”