Chapter 100: "Why are smart people also trapped?" Actually...
In London, the city that never sleeps, the Emerald Panther, a high-end restaurant on the banks of the Thames, is a secretive haven for the powerful and mysterious.
The antique clock on the wall is telling time, not only recording the passage of time, but also silently witnessing every transaction, every conspiracy, and every quietly blossoming desire.
The madness of last night still left marks on her skin, but Vermouth remained dignified and elegant in public, perfectly playing the contrasting role of a Hollywood enchantress... The more she was in broad daylight (or exquisite candlelight), the more she restrained her edge, leaving people with endless reverie.
Shiho's eyes darkened, and her slender fingertips tapped the wall of the cup, but she never picked it up.
She narrowed her eyes and thought to herself, "Hold steady. Don't let her lead you astray."
Hidden attribute revealed: Shiho, seemingly aloof, but actually has a turbulent heart, but has strong self-control.
The air between the two of them seemed to be pierced by electricity, and the hustle and bustle of the Jade Leopard Restaurant became background noise in their world.
"We are here today to talk about the organization." Shiho cleared her throat, trying to bring the topic back to the original track, but her tone unconsciously faltered, and her confidence was already insufficient.
This is the kind of corporate-slave evasion that's on par with "We're just having a good meal." The ending is weak: you say no, but the atmosphere says yes.
“Hmm.” Vermouth nodded, her deep blue eyes filled with understanding as she gazed straight into Shiho’s heart. “The organization has been, well, really unstable lately. Gin seems quite concerned about your frequent disappearances.”
Bayley's socially anxious killer persona begins exactly where it left off. "Hmm," she utters, and the atmosphere freezes for three seconds. While ostensibly discussing the organization, she's secretly trying to reconnect with the emotional turmoil. And with that, even Japanese entertainment industry romance shows are going to have to copy that.
"I'm not missing." Shiho raised her eyebrows slightly, her tone a little colder. "I'm just doing some necessary research. What's wrong with that?"
Who wouldn't be a cold beauty A with a slightly raised eyebrow? Hard-mouthed literature plus, exclusively owned by Miyano Shiho.
It’s just the word “research”, a universal substitute symbol in the yuri circle, just like “writing a paper”/ “discussing a project”/ “exchanging skills”, it’s like trying to cover up one’s mistake but the implication value is full.
"In my bedroom?" Vermouth smiled charmingly. "Interesting. I'm afraid Gin wouldn't call this 'research', would he?"
"Last Night's Love" movie tutorial: 1. Submission in bed, 2. A deserted restaurant, 3. Personality switching. This is the advanced gameplay of the heroine Lily... Only to collapse in front of you, only to show weakness to you. Barbie is cute, Conan can go out of business, the real protagonist is here.
"Fun things are often accompanied by risks." Shiho ignored the flirting in her sentence and just picked a marginal word to reply, avoiding the main point.
"But when did safety become our top priority, huh?" Vermouth retorted, her fingertips tracing the skin on the inside of Shiho's wrist. Beneath the delicate skin, the rapid pulse was clearly discernible. "If not, how could you have appeared in my apartment last night, young lady?"
And Dr. Miyano took a nearly 10-hour flight from Tokyo to get here.
This is truly a statement from the "security is unimportant, excitement is king" school. Finger play is the highest form of lesbian intimacy.
At that moment, the waiter arrived again, respectfully presenting the next dish. Vermouth instantly changed her expression, her face impeccably gentle and polite.
She nodded to the waiter, her eyes flickering as she gave just the right amount of praise for the presentation and color of the dishes. Her calm elegance made it impossible to connect her with the woman whose eyes had captivated Zhibao just seconds before.
Vermouth's personality slicer is back. Elegant on the outside, a shrewd shrew on the inside. She's a master of high-end social situations, and her "Thousand Faces of the Movie Queen" persona is a surefire hit. Even a thousand-layer cake doesn't have as many scenes as her.
The night in London outside the window grew darker and darker, as if the only thing left in the world was this table, two people, and a series of lingering temptations.
London Night: I see everything, but I won’t disturb you from being intimate.
Two people at a table, one universe, a live demonstration of scientific gravity waves. Conan, outside the fourth wall, is probably chewing his handkerchief in a corner, the detective protagonist's dignity shattered.
"You may not understand. Scientists pursue real data and daily improvement, not acting or embellishment."
Fight back. Shiho started to fight back: In my scientific world, there are only 0 and 1, no fancy actors like you.
A typical "rational girl confronting the emotional queen".
Unfortunately, she probably forgot that the truly crucial experiment was the one from last night, and her data is still on the bed sheet. (Sudden color change. Jpg)
Shiho: I can fight ten people at the lab, but I'm socially frustrated when it comes to love scenes.
She wanted to draw a line. But such lines, in yuri lines, are often meant to be broken. Come, tonight you are my scientific law. (Evil smile)
He said, "Don't come over here," but the next second he put his face close to him.
Vermouth, at this time will:
A. smiled elegantly, "Scientists can be experimented on too. Didn't you do great last night?"
B. leaned over and whispered, "Shiho, I still have all your data."
C. Continues cutting the steak, glaring at him, "Can I lead the next experiment?"
D. Take out a small whip. (bushi)
"oh?"
The monosyllabic queen Vermouth raised her delicately trimmed eyebrows slightly.
When the actress raises her eyebrow unilaterally, the killing power is X10000.
"But you bury yourself in experiments until late at night every day. Isn't that considered a performance? You're acting like a 'loyal scientist' to the organization, and you're acting like you're capable of changing the world to yourself."
Heartbreaking. Heartbreaking, Miss Bay. In one sentence, Shirley's pride was shattered.
Bei Jie: You think you are doing scientific research? No, you are also acting.
The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was like a fully stretched string.
Vermouth reached out and slowly tidied up Shiho's drooping hair, her fingertips brushing past her ear with a touch of deliberate intimacy.
Critical hit. Critical hit. Shirley's health bar was dwindling. "Playing a fantasy to yourself"... that was too harsh. It ripped open Shirley's protective shell.
And as luck would have it, they were hit by arrows, and now they are in the Logos dream simulation.
Sister Bei, you are indeed the organization's top psychological manipulation master (commendation, compliment).
It's too sharp, it means "what you think is self-discipline is self-deception in my eyes."
Please stop poking her. She's about to cry.
Vermouth's brightly painted lips touched the rim of the cup. "We all know that the organization's greatest skill is making everyone believe that they are devoting themselves to a noble cause, not just... a means of making a living."
Those alluring lips, do they want to press on the rim of the cup, or on...? (I dare not think, I dare not think)
Sister Bei's understanding of the organization is also terrifyingly clear. She reveals the secret. Organization: Please stop talking.
So is she black, white, or chaotic neutral?
"Perhaps, because you've dedicated your entire life to acting, you might be inclined to conclude that everyone is just acting." Shiho responded coldly, her eyes slashing across Vermouth's flawless Hollywood enchantress face. This eye contact was more like "eye flirting."
Shiho strikes back. Beautiful. "You're the one acting. Your whole family is acting." (Sulli's inner thoughts)
Is this a rebuttal, but also a kind of sad empathy? After all, they are all helpless.
"But at least my work has led to substantial scientific progress, rather than relying on manipulating people's minds to gain so-called value."
Shiho's final bottom line and persistence. The dignity of this little scientific research princess must not be trampled upon.
Concluding remarks… The dignity of technology vs. emotional manipulation. The hidden admiration beneath the verbal battle.
However, at this moment, Shiho's mind couldn't help but drift back to the various situations that happened with Vermouth last night.
Vermouth laughed. How should I put it? That laugh was a little playful. It could be considered the charming laugh inherited from the Wynyard family, the star of the actress.
This smile is the kind that says, "I know you are pretending to be sober but you are actually crazy."
The familiar yin-yang feeling is full. When she smiles, rice flowers become hot. (or London.)
"Look, young scientist, that organization's trick is just to make you feel like you're the chosen one, a one-of-a-kind genius, right? And it makes every pawn feel like they're the key figure who can't be without the other. Isn't this the most successful tactic of modern business management? It makes employees believe they're burning for their dreams, rather than simply being exploited for their own value."
Grass (a kind of plant), too real, I suspect that Sister Bei went to study for an MBA. As soon as she opened her mouth, she was an old PUA.
The truth is out, and the deeper you get into it, the darker it gets. The winery is a true example of capitalist corporate culture at its peak (incorrectly). Isn't this the "you're important, the company can't do without you, so work a little extra this month" version of a black-clad transnational criminal gang?
"The Chosen One"? Gin: Yes, that's me. (Then Bayonetta shoots him back to reality) Vodka: Am I not Big Brother's key lieutenant? (crying) "Key figure" (referring to a tool)
Shiho: Thank you for the invitation. I’m the chosen worker, codename Shirley, and my KPI is APTX4869.
A hundred years ago, Sherlock Holmes, who lived next door in London, said: "Watson, does this look like the tricks Professor Moriarty often uses to deceive people?" (Sherlock Holmes gets it)
Organization = capital = PUA headquarters, Sister Bei is wholesale awakening. "You think you are the protagonist, but in fact you are human resources"
"You mean, I'm just a puppet being manipulated?" Shiho picked up the wine glass and took a sip. She didn't know whether this sip of wine was a taste of the bitterness of life or of Sister Bei's tricks.
On one hand, their self-esteem explodes, and on the other hand, they judge themselves. Hey, this CP is a bit philosophical.
Dr. Miyano: I'm not a doll, I'm Nyuhuru Shiho.
"No, Shirley. In my opinion, you are very smart and know the details of all this, but you can't get away from it." Vermouth's tone changed, becoming more serious.
Oh no? First downplaying, then praising, such a tactical move. Is this a compliment or a prelude to a trap? "Can't break free"—is it the chains of fate, or a gentle trap from my sister, or a toy? (What are you talking about?)
"Think about those confused and busy people in modern society. Don't they understand how illusory the so-called 'building a personal brand' is? Yet they still work day and night, don't they?"
Bayley started a podcast titled "Why are smart people trapped?"
"Cheers to the truth. No matter how hard it is to swallow." Shiho sighed and raised her glass as if concluding her speech.
She said "a toast to the truth," but in reality she was toasting her past self. It wasn't the wine, it was the emotions she had suppressed throughout her youth.
Two goblets touched in mid-air, a crisp sound, a sigh of Margaux red wine.
Ding. The gears of fate begin to turn, and classic retro background music plays. (No.)
Vermouth looked at Shiho with a focused gaze.
"Ah, Shirley. You always see things so clearly, or should I say... too darkly? But, you see, through one's own struggles, can one find unique 'value' and even... shake up the world?"
Shake the world? Does that mean developing something like APTX4869? That's certainly quite shocking (physics). And there's also the Logos simulation thing she didn't know about.
Sister Bei: I, Vermouth, am recruiting partners online to create a better tomorrow (fog).
"Change the world?" Shiho whispered, and the air around them suddenly became condensed and filled with coldness.
Chinese Translation: Shiho (inner thoughts): "Change the world? You guys have changed my world."
Those tampered records, those lost lives, that complex and corrupt organization (all undercover)...all kinds of images keep circling in my mind.
When it comes to "changing the world", Ai-chan's mind automatically plays "The Black Organization's Evil Compilation.MP4".
"What I witnessed was countless people, under the guise of the organization's 'mission' and 'dream,' being blindly driven, consumed, and ultimately... reduced to disposable parts. Their heads were filled with the indoctrinated idea that working for the organization was the highest meaning of life, and that anyone who didn't dedicate themselves to it, even to death, was a complete loser."
This is a scene of winery culture brainwashing. Translation: If you don't work 996, you don't deserve to eat the company's food. It's too real...
The smile on Vermouth's lips faded a little, and a little bit of complicated emotions flashed across her blue-green eyes.
She naturally understood the unspoken meaning behind Shiho's words: the "monster" that had dragged so many lives into its trap, using the illusory dream of "eternity" as bait to squeeze every last drop of energy out of each member.
Chinese translation: Bayley knows it all, she knows who is being implied... that multinational corporation that paints a big picture of "immortality" and uses black clothes, black hearts, and black sticks (the unkillable high school student detective version) to kill its employees.
Organization: Yadda! I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to hear it. I’m not a capitalist substitute.
Sister Bei smiled on the surface, but in her heart she was thinking: Little girl, you are too clear-headed, how can this lead you to depravity?
The candlelight flickered, and Vermouth's eyes looked like a cat in the darkness. She leaned back in her chair, but her voice seemed to be closer to Shiho.
This sense of distance, this sense of oppression, this ambiguous teasing, Sister Bay knows how to pull.
You think she's leaning back, but she's actually attacking. The cat-like female killer's physics-defying flirting rules are now online. The flickering candlelight is an illusion; the fluctuating hormone levels are the truth.
"Look, we're not necessarily pawns to be exploited, but rather the manipulators who can orchestrate this game. The difference is, you're obsessed with escaping, while I... I'm happy to stay at the center of it. After all, when everyone thinks they're the boss, the one who truly profits is always the one selling the tools."
Here it comes, Bayley's Chicken Soup for the Soul (Toxic Chicken Soup Limited Edition). The word "we" is used brilliantly, creating a united front and trying to break down the other side's psychological defenses. Brilliant, truly brilliant.
A classic line of speech: give someone a candy first and then a slap. Sister Bei: Although we are both Niuhulu operators, your rank is still a little low, sister. #Anti-routine Research Institute#
Isn’t this the opening line of high-end PUA rhetoric? “We are the same kind of people, but you are not as clear-sighted as me”, the subtext is full of it.
As for the saying, "Those who sell tools are the real winners," Bayley directly teaches the heroine a lesson on "How to Fall in Love in the Ruins of Capitalism." Love-brained? No, they are strategists in the emotional tug-of-war.
Shiho's face remained calm, but her heartbeat quickened. She knew the subtext of Vermouth's words very well... The one who truly holds power is never the 'hero' in front of the stage, but the black hand hiding behind the scenes and manipulating the overall situation.
After all, she is the developer of APTX4869, a genius girl with an IQ of 180. How could she not understand Sister Bei's little tricks?
Vermouth, within the organization, is one of those dark forces disguised as beautiful figures. This description could be directly included in the "Organization's Dangerous Person Files" S-level entry. Beautiful and crazy.
The piano music in the restaurant had somehow drowned out the whispers of the two, like an accompaniment to this dangerous conversation. After all, they were both women with their own background music.
The background music is so sensible that you want to pay it a salary. The soundtrack extends the senses under the dangerous sentiment, and the auditory atmosphere directly draws you into the "Fatal Attraction" copy.
The second law of Conan's world is: once the food is served, people must start talking about business/murder/organization.
The waiter bent over and presented the main course... The aroma of the lamb chops spread, and each rib was grilled to perfection. In the flickering candlelight, the fat on the surface sizzled, and the color was beautiful, a caramel color that could be directly on a gourmet TV show.
Vermouth picked up the knife and fork, and with a flick of her wrist, she cut off a small piece and placed it gracefully into her mouth, her tongue gently brushing across her lips.
It looks like she's eating lamb chops, but it's actually a performance. Even when she's eating, she's so sexy and full of energy... who can resist that?
She was not eating meat, she was eating the psychological defenses of the little scientist opposite.
After all, everyone in the Conan world knows that what Vermouth is best at is not disguising herself, but driving stealthily.
"Well, the organization's having a headache lately. There's a little rat running around everywhere." Vermouth put down her knife and fork, her fingertips lightly swishing along the side of the red wine glass, the charming teasing from before instantly disappearing. "The FBI seems to have learned of some of our... little moves in the United States."
Topics of love and murder can be switched seamlessly with just one click.
Sister Bei: We've eaten, we've flirted, it's time to get down to business. (Voiceover in a split second, professional.)
The main film begins. "Little Mouse"? Got it, it's the washing machine or his cheerful friends (like Shuichi).
"Small moves"? Could it be a few more bombings, or some plan to destroy the world? It's just routine organization, not basic operations.
FBI: We got it.
Organization: Oh? Then let's continue somewhere else.
The red and black sides: We have grasped the other side's movements again and again.
Then continue to test each other next time.
Aihubiai FBI: We are clearly a justice organization, why do we always seem like the backdrop of your love?
Shiho's expression tensed for a moment, but she simply picked up the glass and took a sip of the sparkling lemonade, her expression nonchalant: "Wow, that's really troublesome."
Activate the "pretend to be calm" skill, and with the calm buff fully stacked, OS: Don't panic, don't panic. If she dares to touch me, I will... I will... I will just passively take the beating... Hashidou Madai, could it be my eldest cousin or Kudo?
Surface: "Oh, really? It has nothing to do with me." (Unperturbed)
Inner thought: Send an email to Edogawa immediately. No, hack into his phone. See what trouble this guy has gotten himself into.
This wave of psychological quality is perfect, worthy of a woman who has experienced many ups and downs. She is so calm, just like hearing that there is a fire in the dormitory next door: "Oh, that's quite troublesome."
"Hmm, it's quite tricky." Vermouth nodded. "That Gin guy has already sent his people to 'clean up'. Shiho-chan should be very familiar with his kind of 'cleaning up', right?"
This is a crazy combination of insinuation and threat. A master of PUA. This oppressive feeling.
Gin's "cleaning" method involves physically solving problems, one shot and done, which is efficient, but often leaves people alive (like Kudo, Ai, and Akai). The model worker at the distillery is truly miserable.
The jazz music in the restaurant had changed its track at some point, and the saxophone was playing a gentle melody with lingering notes.
The background music was very sensible and changed. The atmosphere group came online. Ambiguous.
Vermouth reached out, her fingertips gently resting on the back of Shiho's hand. It was a subtle, almost intangible, seduction. If she didn't let go, her hand would catch fire.
Shiho's hand: I was terrified, but also a little excited (not really). Run! If I don't run, I'll be eaten alive.
As soon as Sister Bei touched her finger, Shiho's inner OS said: CPU is overheating, please do not multi-touch.
Shiho forced herself to look away from Vermouth's face and look back at the plate in front of her. The exquisite food there did not arouse her appetite at all at the moment.
"If your information is true, thank you for the heads-up." She remained calm. "But don't expect this to change anything. Last night was, at best, an... unexpected incident."
Tsundere speech +1. The more she emphasizes the "interlude", the more it shows that this "interlude" has set off a huge wave in her heart.
And, Masaka, was their friendly exchange only last night? It was supposed to be an interlude, but it ended up being a symphony.
#Last night was not an interlude but the main theme.
"Interlude? Ha." Vermouth laughed softly, showing her pure joy. "That was a truly wonderful interlude. Especially, Shiho-chan... the part where you asked me not to stop."
Queen's contempt.jpg. With a little bit of "I just like your stubbornness" pampering and understanding.
Is this something you can just say casually? It's like a high-level restricted live broadcast. Shiho is about to explode.
Shiho, faced with the double bombardment of Vermouth's words and peach blossom memories, will:
A. Pretend to be calm: "Who's crying? I'm not." (Then run away blushing)
B. sneered and turned the tables: "Same here. Someone's outburst last night was pretty funny." (The Queen never admits defeat.)
C. His cheeks flushed red, and he became angry and embarrassed: "You... you are talking nonsense." (Combat Power -100, Cuteness +1000)
D. Complete surrender: "How about we have another 'interlude' tonight?" (surrender-style affection)
E. Clicks on her perfume link: "Hey, what's this scent? I want to buy the same one."
However, when you think about it carefully, Vermouth selectively only mentioned the part where she was the top last night, but Shiho still fell for it.
It's not the first time. (Funny)
Chinese translation: "Doing the attacking part" = I carry the whole game and control the moment of thunder and lightning.
Bei Jie: I only say what I want to say, the rest is up to you to imagine (doge)
"Selective Amnesia", written by Beilu Modou.
Shiho: I was careless and didn't dodge.
Translation: She knew it was a trap, but she gave too much (not really).
Selective amnesia vs. selective recall, today's science is about emotional cognitive disorders.
"Shut up." Shiho blurted out, and she was shocked by her own voice.
Translation: Oh my god, was that too cool just now? It doesn’t fit my cool personality.
At the neighboring table, a few curious eyes drifted over. (Tactical head tilt) (eating melon.jpg)
Her face suddenly felt hot, and she quickly lowered her voice, "This is a public place."
Shiho OS: I don’t care about face.
"Ah, that's right, in public." Vermouth's smile deepened, and she openly admired Shiho's embarrassment. "You're always so...serious. It's really funny. You were so...passionate last night."
Bayonetta knows how to play it safe. Exploiting the younger scientist's weaknesses is so easy.
Chinese translation: "Ah la" = Oh my, the kitten's fur is standing up, so cute. You, little cutie, are also very cute today.
The actress with a thousand faces, flirting with cats online.
Heat rushed to Shiho's cheeks. She lowered her eyelashes to hide the turmoil in her heart. "That's just... a natural biological reaction."
Textbook tsundere. "It's not because of you," a classic line of stubbornness. The scientist's final stubbornness.
Ai's eyelashes: I bear a weight that I shouldn't bear (referring to shyness).
The inner turmoil: tsunami-level. It's no longer just waves, it's a raging storm.
"Oh? Is that so?" Vermouth's fingertips gently slid across the delicate skin on the inside of Shiho's wrist. "Then, what about this? Is it also a biological reaction?" Her fingertips circled Shiho's pulse slowly and steadily, and she could clearly feel the increasingly rapid beating.
When masters fight, every move is fatal (meaning to tease).
Pulse: I'm exposed. I took it all for my master.
"Swirling in circles slowly and leisurely", translation: I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry, let me play (flirt) slowly.
The inside of the wrist, the pulse, are all sensitive points, sister Bay is really good. As expected of a woman who has lived for many years (?), she has started to use "physiological experiments" to cover up her flirting behavior.
Sister Bay's skill points: Physical contact 100, psychological offensive 1000. "On the top seduction techniques of the Thousand Faces of the Movie Queen".
Classic Bayesian logic: The more you shouldn't be moved, the more I want you to be moved.
Wrist: I'm really just an innocent organ passing by.
Shiho tried to pull her hand back, but her body wouldn't obey. Her defenses were collapsing... The progress bar reached 99%.
Mind: Run. Body: No, I think I can hold on a little longer.
Atrium: Knock, knock, knock. Is anyone home? I'm captivated. Woman out there, you've got my attention.
Shiho's ice-blue eyes darkened, but the fire in her heart burned even more fiercely.
Outside the window, the snow in London was getting heavier, and the snowflakes were hitting the glass with a crackling sound.
Snowy London, buffs galore. Extreme romance is the beginning of danger. Classic scene: confession/engagement on a snowy night (though that's not the case here, the atmosphere is there).
London Snowflakes: We are just a background board, responsible for setting the atmosphere. Don’t cue me, I just want to fall quietly.
"Oh? Shiho-chan is distracted?" Vermouth said in a charming voice, sliding her toes up Miyano Shiho's trouser legs, stopping at her knees and pressing lightly.
Shiho's breathing stagnated slightly, and the scene of last night flashed through her mind... Vermouth was pressed on the bed in the bedroom, her blonde hair scattered messily on the pillow, her wrists were tied to the head of the bed with belts, leaving red marks, and the sound that escaped was extremely seductive.
The younger princess's CPU started reading last night's hidden files again...this time she was the one who dominated the plot.
So, who was in charge last night, Bayonetta or Shiho? This is a Schrodinger's top-bottom question.
A comment passed by: Please be sure to release the "full version" of last night, we are not outsiders.
#Drunk truth is sugar #Under the table play warning #Confrontational love tension
In the corner of the restaurant, the pianist played smooth jazz music. The notes were full and jumping, floating leisurely among the warm yellow lights.
#Classic dating scene# (BGM automatically plays "La La Land") #Not a couple but acting like a couple
"Shiho is indeed more... well, reserved," Vermouth said slowly. "After all, you've always been that icy person in the organization, right?"
Bayley is the first to flirt. The word "hmm" is used cleverly, with a hint of tentativeness and a little pride, as if to say, "I didn't expect you to have this side, little iceberg~" (Imagine Bayley raising her eyebrows and winking)
The precise grasp of Shiho's organizational personality, the subtext is "you were not an iceberg last night~"
"And your public demeanor is always that of a flawless American lady," Shiho retorted, unyieldingly, "You're not the same person as you were last night."
Talking about the American lady in London is a bit ironic considering the history of the two countries.
Vermouth laughed. "Hey, Shiho-chan, be careful with your words. If you keep talking, I can't guarantee that I won't do something outrageous to you under this table."
She was provoked, yet still handled it with ease, hinting at some "under-the-table play"—a glimpse of Freud's id stirring.
#Dangerous Speech in Public# Sister, please respect yourself (but please continue)
A tingling sensation spread to the back of her neck. Shiho took a sip of the crimson Margaux in her cup to calm herself. "Hmph, you wouldn't. Ms. Wynyard, you value your feathers the most, don't you?"
This rebuttal of "protect your reputation" seems calm, but in fact it is a bit timid. It uses a pseudonym to remind her that she is a famous Hollywood actress, and wants to frame her with Bayley's "personality mask", but it is obviously not confident enough.
"Oh? Are you so sure?" Under the tablecloth, the toes of high heels gently brushed against Shiho's calves. "Little Shiho's understanding of me is perhaps still very superficial."
This "gentle and gentle" touch is the most irritating. It makes people itch more than directly touching it. Sister Bei uses her actions to prove that "My feathers? For you, I can be less precious~"
Shiho's face remained calm, but her heartbeat became increasingly clear. "There's no need to understand. The more you understand, the more trouble you'll have, won't it?"
Ah, is this a fear of the uncontrollable after genuine emotional investment? Is this a primary symptom of avoidant attachment?
I rationally and calmly said that I didn't want to understand, but in fact, in my heart, I kept recalling the romantic memories of last night.
"Trouble?" Vermouth chuckled. "Hey, Shiho-chan, isn't the situation between you and me confusing enough? Scientists from the organization, people from the organization...in the entertainment industry, and now we're dating in this high-end restaurant in London." She changed the subject slightly, adding a hint of temptation. "As for what happened between us last night...it was far from 'ordinary'."
No matter what, she wanted to define tonight's dinner as a date.
And this "puff" laugh is full of imagery, as if saying, "Little fool, we have been a nuisance to me for a long time."
#Eyes kill the killer#Emotion reading type
"I'm wondering," Shiho said coldly, emphasizing each word, "if you use this trick on everyone who might become your prey?"
A final act of stubbornness. She wanted to distance herself, to protect herself, by saying, "Are you always like this to everyone?" But her choice of words seemed to betray her subconscious, suggesting that Vermouth was currently trying to capture her.
Moreover, this sentence has a taste of jealousy, a bit like "I'm not angry that you flirted with me, I'm angry that you flirted with others too." It is sour and lustful. Isn't this a sign of "emotional cognitive awakening"?
This classic question is asked, and it depends on how Miss Bay responds. Whether she is sincere or just a playboy depends on her next answer.
#Jealous awakening speech#Yuri-style battle for favor Shura field#Literature that is hesitant to speak.
Ding Dong, how will Vermouth respond to Shiho’s “soul-searching” next?
A. "Of course not, Shiho-chan, you are a unique and special existence to me." (Classic love talk attack)
B. Chuckled and asked, "So, do you want me to treat you this way, or do you want me to treat everyone this way?" (Throwing the question back, Tai Chi master of the debate team.)
C. Prove it directly with actions, such as a deeper kiss or a more extreme under-the-table action. (Actions speak louder than words)
D. "When you really get to know me, you won't ask such stupid questions, you little fool." (Continue the PUA, ah no, continue pulling)
The calm expression on Vermouth's face faded instantly. This rapid change of expression truly worthy of the title of "The Queen of Many Faces."
After a moment, a charming smile appeared on his lips again: "Hmm, dangerous games, I never get tired of them. But, more importantly..."
She leaned towards Shiho, her beautiful face close to her: "I just love to see you lose control for me."
Chinese translation: Shiho, you look so delicious with your blushing face, heartbeat and bewildered face. ~Ou Yixi~ (sickly smile)
Shiho narrowed her eyes, a turbulent undercurrent brewing. Too much information. Her CPU was burning out.
Barrage: The car is going too fast. I want to get off. No, I still won’t get off, Modo Modo. Hmm~?
Last night, in that dim hotel room, when all the masks were melted by passion, she really seemed to see the true side of Vermouth...fragile, longing, and even lonely.
Oh no, oh no. There's something hidden.
Chinese translation: Although the process was very intense, I seemed to see her unknown softness at that critical moment. Why did I feel a little distressed?
Image quality: dim lights, scattered clothes, red wine glasses, and... ahem, there must be paid content here.
At this moment, she tried her best to resist the urge to pin this woman down on the table and have a good "argument." Damn it. How could she possibly do that?
Hold on. I can't do it here. Let's go home. Damn it, I really want to do it now.
And the word "damn" is full of the gnashing of teeth of love (desire).
The fragments of last night were so hot that they were still burning under her skin... Vermouth's fingertips unbuttoned the buttons of her snow-white shirt one by one, traced along her back, leaving numbing scratches.
Last night was so exciting that my legs go weak when I think about it now. She even left a love mark on my back (shame).
She clearly remembered how Vermouth whispered those...blushing words into her ear last night. Hateful woman.
"Damn woman", translation: The woman who fascinates me.
"That's...that's you, Ms. Wynyard. You just drank too much." She pretended to be calm and defended herself, using the surname and the honorific to distance herself from him, but her words were a little floating and she lacked confidence.
It's all the alcohol's fault. We didn't do anything. We are innocent. (No way)
Shiho OS: "Actually, I couldn't control myself, but I would never admit it even if I die."
The term "drinking too much" is so useful. I suggest that all characters who behave immorally after drinking should use a unified approach.
Alcohol: I don't take the blame for this. Why is it always me?
Vermouth laughed, and that laugh was clearly a limited edition. It was pure and lustful.
"My dear, I never get drunk." She leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between her and Shiho. "Just like you, you never 'accidentally' do anything, right?"
It's a double entendre. On the surface, it's about work ability, but in reality... hehehe, those who understand will understand.
The standard way of teasing by an old fox (spirit?): spatial oppression + psychological collusion = "I understand you, don't pretend."
Shiho's breath froze in an instant.
After all, it's outside the bedroom, and Shirley-chan can't escape the fate of being controlled, tsk tsk tsk.
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