Chapter 49, Chapter 53: Why can't it be me? ...
Fipos was stumped by Vison's question, and for a moment, his mind went blank.
What does he hope for?
He wanted to stay by his side.
How can he please Vison and get him to agree to stay by his side?
Vincent tightened his grip and urged, "Speak."
Urged on, Phipps blurted out the answer that had flashed through his mind: "I hope, I hope to kneel beside you."
His expression was docile, as if he genuinely meant it.
......
Vison was uncharacteristically silent for a moment, then gave Fipos a strange look.
Could this insect have also wandered into this strange circle?
"I don't like being a male mistress, and I would never interfere in someone else's marriage."
Vison withdrew his hand, leaned back in his chair with a cold expression, and looked down at Fipos, who became somewhat flustered after he withdrew his hand.
"I have no powerful ruler," he hurriedly defended himself.
"Oh? Now you're saying you don't have a powerful leader?" Vincent was determined to teach him a lesson.
Even just from a linguistic perspective.
He feigned disbelief: "That's not what you wrote on your note earlier."
"You wrote me a breakup letter and even gave me a breakup fee. Are you that afraid I'll keep bothering you?"
Vison speaks very quickly and very rapidly.
As he continued to question him, Fipos grew increasingly anxious, but he couldn't get a word in edgewise.
Vison initially only wanted to make Fei Pos realize the seriousness of the situation, but as he talked, he actually got a little angry with himself.
Even though he already knew the truth, he still felt his initial pain, hopelessness, and torment while questioning Phibes.
His words weren't entirely slanderous; when he first received Feibos's things, that's what he genuinely thought.
Seeing Vison's increasingly uncomfortable expression, Feibos felt agitated and tried to stand up.
But Vincent noticed and stomped his foot back.
The force was actually like a kitten kneading its mother's milk, but after feeling the force, the honest little bug obediently knelt back down.
"No, it wasn't a breakup fee, it was an apology gift." He finally got a chance to defend himself, "It was the apology gift I promised you back then."
Fipos looked at him with a cautious expression that seemed to say, "Have you forgotten?"
Vison even saw a hint of grievance on his face.
How dare he feel wronged?
Vison thought with some anger.
"Oh, I forgot." Vinson pretended to be a scumbag who had completely forgotten his previous memories, and said in a cool tone, "I originally wanted to teach you a lesson, but I'll let it go after I made you kneel down."
"After all, I'm going to marry the Queen soon, so I can't have too much to do with you."
He leaned back lazily on the sofa, his expression nonchalant, his tone indifferent, yet his foot was inexplicably stepping on him.
The content of his words was like a thunderclap.
"What?" Fipos was so shocked by his words that his mind went blank, and he even held his breath.
When Vison spoke, he even doubted that he had heard correctly.
"Queen, you're leaving, so it's perfectly normal for me to marry you." Facing the increasingly dangerous gaze of the insect opposite him, Vinson remained completely calm, speaking as casually as if he were asking what to eat today.
Before the words were even finished, the provoked beast suddenly attacked.
"No." Fei Bosi's expression turned ferocious uncontrollably.
Yes, he remembered.
After he woke up, he kept thinking about something important, but he couldn't remember it—Vison had told him while he was unconscious that if he didn't obey, he would get a different female insect.
Has he decided to switch to a different female insect? But he clearly hasn't disobeyed.
Fipos's hand tightened.
Vincent was caught off guard by his sudden outburst and lost his balance, falling backward onto the sofa.
Fipos braced his hands on either side of his body, with the entire insect covering him from above.
The light shone down from the top, completely obscuring Vison from the huge shadow cast by Fipos.
The entire field of vision darkened.
What could be clearly seen were those ruby-like eyes, which burned with an unknown and dangerous light, flickering between light and shadow.
It seemed as if they had thoroughly angered an extremely dangerous beast, and were now being targeted by it.
But as the one who provokes the beast, Vison's expression remained relaxed, with a sense of fearlessness that came from knowing he had the beast's weakness in his grasp.
Instead of retreating, Vison advanced.
He pulled down Fipos's collar forcefully, bringing him closer to him.
My heart was pounding.
Like the beginning of every tender and intoxicating night.
Just as Fepos was distracted by this, a screen with a slight glint flashed quickly before his eyes.
He instinctively wanted to blink, but then, with keen insight, he caught the most important information in that fleeting moment.
Name: Vison Ill
Matching status: Matched
The matched names were hidden by Vison, leaving only the matched status.
That was enough to destroy him.
“Look,” Vincent’s voice carried a hint of smugness, “I’ve already been matched with a female.”
Even her expression was filled with joy; her smile resembled the blooming flowers of a warm spring day.
Fipos felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and even breathing was painful.
He couldn't help but reach out and grab Vison's wrist.
It is tightening continuously.
"You can refuse." His eyes were filled with sorrow and red.
He stared intently at Vinson's smiling face, as if afraid he wouldn't know, and mumbled, almost as if making a wish: "The matchmaking pool can be refused."
“Oh, why refuse? I accept.” Vincent, still not satisfied, personally added fuel to the fire.
"He will refuse." His breathing instantly became heavy, clearly felt by the wisps of hair on his face, and his voice instantly became hoarse, just like his heart sinking to the bottom.
The ferocious beast bent down and covered Vison like an embrace.
It was as if he wanted to prove that Vison was still by his side by constantly closing the distance, so that his heart could beat a little faster.
"He won't. I'll like myself, I believe."
Vison was completely covered by a large, ferocious beast, yet his tone remained calm and composed. On the contrary, the beast on his body seemed to be on the verge of crying.
Of course he'll like you.
Who could not like you?
But what about me? What am I supposed to do?
Why can it be another insect? Then why can't it be me?
As Fipos looked at the face beneath him that he had longed for countless times, his possessiveness and destructive desires reached their peak.
"Then why did you comfort me?" he asked in a low voice, as if in a final struggle.
If you don't like me, why don't you just let me die?
"I was just helping Marshal Devi."
What a cold and callous tone.
Fipos stared intently at him, trying to find even the slightest hint of a lie in his expression—just a hint.
Just a trace.
A trace.
He can then deceive himself again.
He stared until his eyes stung and tears streamed down his face, but he didn't see it.
Now, Vison, who had been looking at him with a gentle and lively expression, now had a cold and indifferent look.
Tears dripped onto Visen's face, bringing a slightly cool sensation.
From the very first drop, it seemed as if I couldn't control myself.
Vison felt as if a light rain had fallen on his face.
Even when Fipos cried, he did so quietly, but because they were so close, Vison could inevitably hear his barely suppressed sobs.
He seemed unwilling to appear so pathetic; clutching his sleeve, he sobbed uncontrollably while gently wiping away the tears from Vison's face.
Seeing this side of Fei Bosi, Vison thought, somewhat inappropriately yet genuinely, that she was actually quite adorable.
He desperately tried to suppress the upward curve of his lips.
Although the insect looked tall and imposing, with an aura that seemed unapproachable, its red-rimmed eyes and pitiful appearance, resembling a drowning puppy, were truly pitiful.
Vison sighed, his heart softening slightly, and said to Du Feibos, who had finally managed to stop his tears, "You've already been matched with a male lord, so what right do you have to say these things?"
"I didn't, I... look." Fepos hurriedly took out his personal terminal and frantically clicked into the matchmaking page.
Before he could even take a look at it, he eagerly delivered it to Vison.
Seeing Vinson raise his hand to block the screen that was almost in front of his face, he urged anxiously, "Look."
Vincent glanced at his flustered and anxious expression one last time before slowly turning his gaze back to the screen.
Unsurprisingly, the following was clearly written on the personal terminal:
Name: Fabers Gersilian
Match status: Matched – Vison Ill (first matched target)
Although Vinson already knew, he still found it extremely pleasing to the eye to see his own name and the words "first match," and he nodded with great satisfaction.
When Faber saw him nod, his previously dim eyes lit up again.
He kept saying, "So you see, I don't have a match."
"So I can too, I'll be better than them."
"So, is it okay if we don't see each other?"
Seeing that Vinson remained silent, he backed down again, but this backing down was clearly difficult: "Or, or, after meeting him, how about rejecting him?"
As Vison listened to his mournful words and looked at the results on the page, he finally decided to torment him to this point for the time being and bring the drama to a close.
He couldn't help but laugh: "Isn't this a match?"
"How is that possible!" Upon hearing this, Fei Bos quickly turned his personal terminal, and before he could even see the text, he had already uttered his rebuttal.
But when he actually saw the words displayed on it, his mind went blank, and he didn't know how to react.
Even in that instant, Fipos felt like a desperate illiterate, unable to understand the words.
"Me." His mind went blank, as if it had crashed, but the corners of his mouth had involuntarily turned up.
Before my mind could even process it, my body was already overflowing with ecstasy.
Like an idiot.
Vison thought to himself.
He chuckled and pushed him away.
Now that his brain was malfunctioning and he was unusually sluggish, he pushed him away with a gentle push.
Before he could even process what was happening, or even if he could, he didn't know what to say to accurately express his feelings, so he followed Vison like an unconscious little tail.
Vison walked to the entrance, and he followed him to the entrance.
Vison raised an eyebrow at him, and he obediently stood up straight and let him look him over.
For a moment, it seemed as if she had a shadow of her previous amnesia, naive and easily deceived, as if she could be easily tricked and taken away.
Seeing his appearance, Vison was no longer in a hurry to go out; he sat on a high stool.
Even though he was sitting on a high stool, he was still a little shorter than Faber.
But his aura was clearly much stronger than his.
Vison sat casually against the wall, arms crossed, long legs dangling down.
He watched as Fei Pos followed closely behind and came to his side.
He stretched out his foot and gently kicked Feibosi's shin, waking Feibosi from his reverie.
"Me." Fibonacci awoke as if from a dream.
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