Seeing him looking not ashamed but proud, Chrissy just looked back at him calmly.
"What's wrong?" The tried-and-tested teasing in the past suddenly had no effect, and Wayne was really not used to it.
Chrissy didn't answer, and sighed slightly melancholy.
"What are you sighing for?" Wayne laughed.
"I always feel like you are someone who only appears in my dreams. If it were too perfect, it would be unreal..."
As she spoke, she seemed to be distracted.
Wayne was startled.
He put down the pen in his hand, walked around the long table to Chris, and immediately forced himself into the same chair with her.
"What are you doing!" Chrissy was staggered by his sudden movement and subconsciously tried to push him back.
Wayne grabbed her hand that pushed him, spread her palm and pressed it on his face.
"Can you feel it now?" he asked.
"What?"
"Can you now confirm that the me in front of you is real?"
He lowered his head, held her hand and carefully traced the outline of his facial features.
Eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips...
When she touched the slightly hard stubble on his chin, Chrissy finally reacted as if she was set on fire, and suddenly took her hand back and hid it behind her back.
"I, I'm just expressing it poetically." Even Chris, who believed that her mental age was much more mature than the other person's, her heartbeat was beating around like a deer at this moment.
'——Damn it, why is this guy getting better and better?
Although she had the calmness of a time traveler who had everything under control, she gradually realized that certain things were becoming more and more overwhelming.
Seeing her huddled in the corner of the chair, Wayne simply picked her up and sat on him.
Losing her balance in vain, Chris's hands, which she had clasped behind her back for fear of being caught by him, had to return to her body again, trying hard to support his shoulders.
"Hey! Don't...don't go too far." Chris was so panicked that her voice trembled a little.
Wayne held her tightly.
What better way to feel each other's warmth than to hug each other without distinction?
"I am here."
He murmured into the crook of her neck. "Right next to you."
Chrissy's subconsciously tense body slowly relaxed under his comfort.
After a while, her hands supporting Wayne's shoulders slid back and gently hugged his head back.
"I... need you." She seemed to have spent a lot of effort to say these words.
It was difficult for Wayne to describe in detail the emotion that flashed through his heart when he heard this sentence.
Lost? Or peace of mind.
"But [needing someone] scares me." The two hugged tightly, but Wayne couldn't see the expression on her face, and could only hear the difficult voice in her ears.
"Because [need] is just a one-sided expectation, and it is just a [request] made by [self] that desires to be satisfied and made to others."
She took a deep breath.
"And this is immoral."
For a moment, Wayne didn't understand what was going on in her little head. Did this guy study philosophy...oh no, literature in his previous life?
"Immoral?" Wayne asked uncertainly.
"Yes." Chris nodded. The atmosphere between her ears and temples was not as charming as expected, but rather as if she was solving some metaphysical problem. "I once saw a sentence in a book."
"——Asking others to love yourself is the greatest arrogance."
【arrogant】.
Wayne chewed the word carefully several times.
So... when you said "I need you" to me just now, did you actually mean "please love me"?
Just now, Wayne still couldn't see that he was
There was a slight dissatisfaction on her face, but at this moment, he could only feel happy.
Otherwise, Chris would definitely notice the subtle changes in the corners of her mouth at this moment.
He closed his eyes and said, "If it is immoral to hope that the person you like will love you, then aren't we two, even if we are immoral, we are a perfect match?"
"I'm not kidding you." Chris emphasized seriously.
"I'm not kidding either." Wayne replied equally seriously.
"I'm glad, Chris." His deep voice sounded like a sigh.
"Whether it's immoral or arrogant, no matter how you define it, I fell in love with you first, and I really hope you can love me."
He put his head directly against Chrissy's ear, feeling the vibration in his chest trying to convey the voice hidden deep in his heart.
It seemed that the person speaking was not "Wayne", but some lonely soul far away from this world.
The man's face was so unfamiliar that even Wayne could hardly remember what he looked like.
Does that failed life that has been covered up by the "Wayne script" that perfectly fits your own imagination really still exist? Did it really exist?
For an adult growing up in modern society, believing in love will appear naive, and not believing in love will appear realistic. Therefore, although Wayne wanted to believe in things that he often saw in literary works but never encountered in real life, he did not dare to believe them.
It was so strange that things that seemed so far away from him in the real world could be so real and vivid in this world that was essentially just imaginary, which made him believe it.
But when she heard his words, Chrissy didn't feel any joy at all.
"Don't you think I'm going too far when you hear me say such things?" she asked.
"No. Even if you love me just because you need me, it doesn't matter." Through a thin layer of clothing, Wayne gently rubbed her back.
Rather, love supported by such reasons is the intimate relationship he has always been accustomed to.
If there really is love without reason in the world, it would make Wayne unable to understand and at a loss as to what to do.
I love because I need it.
This is consistent with common sense.
Chrissy twisted uncomfortably, "Isn't that right? How can you not be angry when you hear something like this?"
"Why should I be angry?"
Wayne was confused. Wasn't this the answer she wanted to hear?
Wayne was not angry, but Chris was strangely angry. She angrily pulled Wayne's face back and looked at her.
Then Wayne also saw her pale face and eyes that seemed to be trembling.
"Loving you just because I need you...isn't it equivalent to denying your uniqueness?" She seemed to want to confirm something from Wayne's eyes, "If it can only meet my needs, I will If you fall in love with that person——"
"Doesn't it mean that I will love someone else even if it's not you?"
Wayne was stunned.
He really didn't doubt this issue.
Isn't that a matter of course?
