Chapter 27 The Troupe Leader of Meteor City 27 (Edited, sadistic...)
Ayana's breathing suddenly stopped.
She stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Her heart, which had finally begun to relax, was once again in her throat. Her mouth felt as if it had been zipped up, completely shut, and she could not open it at all; her voice had vanished.
"Ah, Ayana, I didn't mean to do anything."
Seemingly noticing Ayana's nervousness, Kuroro quickly waved his hand and scratched his cheek with his fingertip. The sharp aura he had just exuded vanished completely, as if it had just been an illusion that Ayana had seen.
"I was just guessing that Ayana must have deliberately kept something from us, so I came to ask you to see if my guess was right. But now it seems that I already know the answer without Ayana having to answer."
Black, tousled hair obscured the boy's eyes. He leaned back against the door, his upper body resting against it, his hands clasped together, the tips of his thumbs rubbing back and forth, revealing his nervousness. He remained silent for a long time, as if something was stuck in his throat, and he was hesitating, unsure whether to speak.
"Um."
Ayana didn't bother to defend herself. Since the other party had already seen through it, there was no point in arguing. So she simply admitted it outright, her tense expression turning calm and expressionless: "I did hide something from you, but I won't tell you because it's my personal privacy."
"But I won't hurt you. Although I haven't been in Meteor City for long, I consider myself a part of Meteor City, a resident of Meteor City, just like you, someone who is rejected and unacceptable by the outside world. Therefore, my desire to eradicate that organization is genuine and without any falsehood."
She looked directly at Kuroro, her black eyelashes moving up and down with her movements, further highlighting the boy's exquisite face: "You can choose to believe me, or you can choose not to believe me and leave here directly. I respect your choice and will not stop you in any way."
Hmm... but she hasn't asked the system yet what if her sweetheart doesn't trust her.
But anyway, the system said that if all else fails, we can try another world.
Although she was somewhat reluctant to part with Kuroro, Ayana was determined to leave this world if Kuroro truly chose to doubt her.
After all, to her, these people were just NPCs in this world; she was the only protagonist.
"Ayana, I told you from the beginning that I had no intention of leaving, didn't I?" The boy lowered his eyelashes, seemingly a little angry, his cheeks puffed out, and his clenched fingers tightened. "Why have you been trying to get me to leave?"
A layer of moisture welled up in his beautiful, dark eyes, and the boy's aggrieved voice was touching, making one feel an overwhelming sense of guilt: "Ayana, do you want me to leave?"
With her most precious son so aggrieved, Ayana couldn't care less about anything else. She hurriedly got up, walked to the boy who was still hanging his head, and anxiously explained, "How could I possibly want you to leave?"
"You're the first good friend I met in Meteor City, the most important person to me here. What's the point of me staying here if it weren't for you?"
"Our Kuroro is the most obedient and sensible baby in the world, isn't he?"
Ayana is very responsible.
Since you're the one who angered them, you should take responsibility for it.
So she frantically searched her mind for any words that could be used at this moment, her brain was almost completely swept up, all the words and phrases she had seen in novels were dug out, a flood of words that had never been used before poured out of her mind like a bursting flood.
Seeing that the boy still did not look up, Ayana coughed twice to clear her throat and was about to exert force again, but unexpectedly the boy's clasped hands suddenly loosened and instead grabbed Ayana's hand.
A warm sensation enveloped her hands, and the boy's small hands continuously sent heat to Ayana. Only then did Ayana realize how close the two of them were; Kuroro's breath was almost spraying onto her face.
"Last night...it must have been tiring and dangerous, right?" Kuroro asked softly.
The morning wind was cold, though not as strong as at night, but still quite powerful. The curtains fluttered gently in the breeze, making some noise, but it did not break the atmosphere of the scene.
His dark eyes and pure black, tousled hair were so close, their noses almost touching. That warm and sweet gaze made Ayana feel a strange sense of panic.
A chill ran down her spine, and she instinctively tried to escape, but the boy held her hands tightly, leaving her nowhere to run.
“I have great faith in Ayyana.”
His dark eyes were filled with seriousness, and Kuroro's expression was resolute. He took Ayana's hand and placed it on his cheek, rubbing it against her palm. His gaze suddenly became intense: "No matter who doubts Ayana, I will never doubt her."
Kuroro seemed unaware of the destructive power of his words: "Ayana, I trust you completely, you could even say I trust you unconditionally. Can't you see that?"
The hot air exhaled from her nose and mouth flowed down Ayana's collar, making her feel a warm, humid sensation throughout her body, and causing her to temporarily lose all reason.
"Ayana?" The boy's voice was filled with worry. He was so concerned that he wanted to reach out and touch Ayana's cheek to see what was wrong with her.
But Kuroro did not succeed.
Gray smoke billowed from Ayana's head, making her resemble a chimney constantly emitting smoke. Temporarily losing all reason, she instinctively slapped away Kuroro's hand and staggered backward, trying to speak but only managing to utter monosyllabic words.
Finally, due to extreme tension and only wanting to get away from Kuroro as soon as possible, he acted impulsively and jumped out of the window.
Kuroro was left alone in the room.
He blinked innocently twice, like a naive child who had no idea what he had just done, but a laugh escaped his lips, and then the laughter became unstoppable, flowing out continuously.
Kuroro burst into laughter, a genuine smile he had never shown before. He almost split his body from laughing so hard that tears welled up in his eyes.
In contrast to him, Ayana, who jumped downstairs, had a completely different reaction.
Her face was flushed, like a toddler who was unsteady on her feet and stumbled along, almost falling several times as she felt her face burning hot.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
Uvogin noticed the commotion and came out of the house at some point. He raised his thick eyebrows and asked, "Why is your face so red? Don't tell me you have a fever too?"
It would have been better if she hadn't mentioned it, because the moment it was brought up, Ayana jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her fur standing on end and her eyes wide: "What did you say? Who's blushing? I'm not!"
"ha?"
As a typical single-celled organism, Uvogin naturally wouldn't have guessed anything else. He stood with his hands on his hips, indignantly arguing with Ayana: "Do you think I'm blind? Your face is red right now!"
He raised his voice: "Redder than a monkey's butt!!!"
The voice was so loud that Ayana couldn't help but worry whether the people inside the house could hear her. Veins bulged on her forehead, and red crosses appeared on her forehead as well.
Fueled by shame and rage, Ayana leaped to her feet and delivered a powerful flying kick to Uvogin in mid-air. Uvogin, caught completely off guard by her sudden attack, braced himself against the force of the blow.
Uvogin is not afraid of pain, but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel pain.
He covered his head, looking confused and indignant, and asked, "What are you doing?!"
Ayana glared at Uvogin with resentment, her teeth itching with anger. She snapped, "Mind your own business! Go inside and have breakfast!"
Uvogin still wanted to get angry, but his stomach rumbled with hunger at the worst possible time. He rubbed his rumbling stomach, thought for a moment, and then followed after them.
After all, no matter what, your stomach is the most important thing.
"It hurts, it really hurts. Wait, I was wrong. I shouldn't have yelled at you. Please forgive me."
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"
As soon as she entered the room, Ayana heard a painful scream.
The cry was so loud and shrill, and so unpleasant, that it hurt Ayana's ears. She frowned and looked toward the source of the sound.
Feitan squatted on the ground, seemingly holding something in his hand, and used that thing to torment Adrian. He chuckled hoarsely, lowering his voice, which surprisingly revealed a rare gentleness: "Come, tell me, what have you done to those children, how have you abused them?"
But gentleness at this moment only makes the man more panicked and terrified. He shrinks back and trembles in fear, repeating only one sentence: "No, no, I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything!"
When the inquiry failed, Feitan's gentleness vanished completely.
He already had little patience, and the man's repeated phrase only pushed his irritation to its peak, so he stopped holding back.
Immediately afterwards, a painful howl came from the man's mouth.
"Tsk." Feitan snorted and stood up from the ground.
He dusted off his hands and said expressionlessly, "Don't want to talk about it? But I have plenty of ways to make you say it."
Large tears welled up in the man's eyes. His gaze suddenly fell on Ayana, looking at her as if she were a lifeline. He cried out urgently, "Quick! Kill me!"
Ayyana: ...
She twitched the corners of her mouth twice, silently complaining to herself.
How come she didn't realize that Feitan was actually a sadist?
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