Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 130, Section 4. He Ye thought it was just a misunderstanding.

Let's go back to an afternoon in Greeley.

Inside a mental health clinic.

Monica stood in front of the bookshelf, holding a copy of "Of Human Bondage." She wore black-rimmed glasses and spoke in a very calm tone, reciting obscure and difficult words.

The sound was like a hot afternoon breeze brushing past your ears, making you drowsy and difficult to understand.

"Dependence can be broadly divided into two types: physiological dependence and psychological dependence. A man who has lost both legs needs to rely on crutches and maids to take care of his daily life."

"This is a physiological dependence."

“Psychological dependence is a manifestation of intimate relationships. Even if you are physically healthy, you may still feel fear when facing unfamiliar things mentally.”

"He dares not enter a crowded restaurant alone, and when he sees seagulls at the beach, he will tug at his clothes and hide behind them. He enjoys free breakfast and dinner without paying anything in return. He tries to get the people he depends on to solve all the problems he is not good at in life."

"Children have a natural psychological dependence on their parents to some extent, and as they grow up, one of the standards for measuring maturity is that they are no longer so dependent on others."

As Monica spoke, she turned the pages of the book and walked to Sophia's side. This was the thirteenth psychological consultation.

In Greli City, only she could take responsibility for Yuugiri. If she returned to Country B, the organization would have more forceful methods to treat her psychological problems. But there were no "ifs" now; she needed to resolve this trouble left behind by a top spy who had simply walked away without a second thought.

After a long silence, Yugiri asked, "What do you mean?"

Monica was not surprised by her confusion.

Yugiri was filled with doubts about many things, let alone profound things like philosophy.

“Your feelings for Leon aren’t liking, much less love,” Monica said calmly. “You’re just dependent on him. For the past three years, he’s taken care of your daily life, so you can’t live without him. It’s just that you feel uncomfortable now that he’s suddenly gone.”

Monica used insincere words to help Yugiri pull herself out of her gloom and stop dwelling on his departure.

"What is liking?" Yugiri asked again.

That's a very good question.

“It’s the rudimentary form of love. When you’re interested in someone, you can understand it as liking them and wanting to explore them,” Monica explained.

"Then what is love?" Yugiri asked after a moment of silence.

Monica hesitated, realizing that Yugiri seemed more like a student listening to a lecture than a patient undergoing therapy, absorbing previously unknown knowledge like a sponge. Her silence was a sign that she was thinking.

This is not a good sign.

“You don’t need to know,” Monica said.

She didn't want to teach Yugiri what love was, because if she did, Yugiri might discover her own feelings for Heno, making all the treatment she had received over the past few days futile, and even dulling the sharpness of this national-level assassin because of her explanation.

“…” Yugiri slowly lowered her head.

She looked very pitiful.

Monica felt a pang of pity. She thought that even in this pitiful state, Yugiri probably hadn't intended to show it. This was her inner emotion, and she was too naive to hide it; she was a girl as innocent as a blank sheet of paper.

The two continued their profound conversation.

At this moment, Lawrence came down, picked up his hat, put it on, and was about to go out.

"Monica, I'm going out this afternoon and probably won't be coming for dinner tonight, so there's no need for me to stay."

He opened the door and said.

“…” Monica was taken aback and stood up.

But Lawrence had already pushed the door open and left decisively, leaving only Monica's hand hovering in mid-air, and the silver bell gently swaying on the door.

"They're such a worry..." Monica shook her head and sighed.

"..." Yugiri saw this scene and noticed Monica sighing, so she asked the question from earlier.

Monica frowned slightly: "What are you talking about? Do you mean that there's something between me and Lawrence that I just mentioned?"

“Mark told me.” Yugiri slowly raised her head and recounted the conversation he had with her when he was drunk last time. “He told me that Lawrence is a stubborn person, and Monica, you are also a stubborn person, so you two are the same type of people and are a good match.”

"...When did Mark tell you that?" Monica slammed the book shut without saying a word.

Yugiri answered every question: "Last night."

“Great, I’ll go talk to him.” Monica took a deep breath.

"..." Yugiri felt like she had said something wrong, but she shook her head and simply asked, "Monica, you haven't answered my question yet, what is love?"

"..."

The problem eventually came full circle.

Looking at Yugiri's sincere yet bewildered expression, Monica felt like a ten-year-old child asking if Santa Claus really existed. She would believe what she was told, so... if someone casually lied or misled her, even if Yugiri might find out later, at that moment, it would be something she firmly believed.

Thinking about this, Monica felt a little sad.

Finally, he let out a soft sigh.

Fortunately, love is a profound and difficult thing to understand, even though it is superficially simple and can be understood in a simple way. However, throughout history, so many philosophers have been curious about and explored the essence of love, and have deeply pondered this question.

Monica had thought about it, so now she could answer the honest question.

Of course, it's not necessary for her to understand.

“Love is the surrender of free will,” Monica said.

Yugiri listened to those words in silence, pondering them. She couldn't understand them, and she closed her eyes, feeling a sense of loneliness.

……

My thoughts return to the present.

In the quiet of the night, He Ye sat on the floor of the hotel room, drenched in sweat, his back pressed against the corner wall.

Just because of what was in front of him.

A girl with slender black hair, dressed in pajamas, crawled towards him step by step. Her palms were flat on the ground, and her knees were close to the ground as she moved. Her pajamas were thin and breathable, and her fair skin, faintly visible, was tinged with a pinkish glow. No matter where you looked, it was an eyesore!
The most important thing is now!
Her palm touched He Ye and rested on his chest.

"Please teach me what love is."

The evening mist whispered softly.

"NONONONONO!" He Ye quickly clutched her clothes tightly with both hands, her face flushed as if facing a formidable enemy. "You can say whatever you want, but don't actually tear my clothes!"

"What?! Clothes, clothes, clothes, clothes, clothes?!"

Hearing this from outside the door, Nicole was completely flustered. She had thought it was just a rare nighttime kiss, but now they were even going to rip off her clothes! This was no small matter; it was going to draw blood!
Love isn't about taking off clothes, you know!

Nicole felt an unprecedented sense of crisis!
"Sister Sophia, don't take off my husband's clothes!!" Nicole pushed the door open again, her cheeks flushed as she tried to stop her.

Yugiri turned around, her attention drawn away.

"Why? His face is very red." Yugiri reached out and unbuttoned her clothes. "It's a sign of heat, I know."

He Ye couldn't help but blurt out, "At a time like this, you know that blushing is a sign of fever? Where did you learn that?"

"Because I'm also very hot."

"So it's because of firsthand experience that you feel it so deeply—oh my god!" He Ye covered his face with his hands, truly not wanting to look. In the hazy moonlight, he could only see the pajamas slip off Yu Jie's shoulders, revealing the lace-trimmed fabric.

Although Yugiri has a flat figure, she is tall and slender, exuding a mature and sophisticated aura.

He wanted to scream for help.

"Help!!" He actually shouted it out!
If this continues, He Ye really feels like her chastity is in danger~ I really don't know what's wrong with Yugiri all of a sudden? Night raid is one thing, kissing back is another, after all, she was in the wrong first, but even if she has to pay back the principal with interest, this is too much, right?

Some kind-hearted loan shark will strip you naked after just one kiss!

He Ye's cries for help echoed in the hotel. Soon after, lights came on, and the tenant, wearing a nightcap, was awakened, looking completely bewildered.

"What the hell?"

"Is there a thief?"

"It sounds like someone is calling for help."

The arrival of the onlookers would take a while, and He Ye just wanted to get away from there. Taking advantage of Xi Wu's turn to pay attention to Nicole, he braced himself against the walls on both sides of the corner like a gecko, then leaped over Xi Wu's head!
He Ye stood still on the ground, one hand clutching her forehead in fear to calm herself, the other hand shielding her face from Xi Wu, as if afraid Xi Wu would pounce on her again, and hurriedly shouted:
"Stop, stop, stop! The forced kiss before was my fault. Now that you've kissed and touched me, hurry up and put your clothes on! Otherwise, how am I supposed to explain this to the organization? And don't ask me what love is anymore, I'm clueless about it too!"

"Why?" Yugiri turned around, puzzled. "I wanted to ask why too... no, why are you asking me such a question?"

“Because Monica said I love you.” Yugiri paused for a moment and touched her chest. “When she left Greely, she handed me her suitcase and said that it contained things she had given me: clothes and money, books and sleeping pills, and a handwritten letter that said I love you.”

She sat on the ground, touching her chest, looking so beautiful. Her slipped nightgown revealed her shoulders and jade-like body, her fair skin bathed in moonlight.

He Ye was speechless for a moment, thinking that all of this was a trick played by Monica. She loved him? Damn it, it seemed that even she herself was not sure about this, otherwise she wouldn't be in this embarrassing situation now!
Not to mention He Ye, he didn't know about this either!

In what way did this national-level assassin ever show that he was in love with her? Was it more than just a normal colleague relationship?
Love, love, love... Falling in love with me was a mistake. Should I sing a song to ease the awkwardness at this moment?

"Oh well, we'll talk about it later! You go back to your room first! Your clothes... uh."

He Ye was speechless. He originally wanted to help her get dressed, but he didn't know where to start, so he waved his hand and turned to call for help:

"Nicole, help her put on her pajamas!"

Nicole strode over, put on her pajamas, and helped her back to her room, even pushing her from behind as if she were pushing a tall nut.

At this time, the hotel owner also arrived.

He ran over carrying a lantern with a burning candle, his shoes on the wrong feet, only to find Nicole pushing Yugiri back to the room across the street, completely shrouded in fog.

Inside the guest room with the door wide open, He Ye walked out, rubbing his temples with lingering fear. He confirmed that the door was locked, but still seemed a little unwilling to give up, wondering if he should help lock a few more doors.

"Uh..." The hotel owner waved the lantern in his hand, "I came as soon as I heard people shouting for help. Are you alright?"

"It's alright, it's alright, I'm sorry to bother you." He Ye sighed and changed his attitude, subtly slipping two Rivers bills into his wallet. "Please forgive me, I was just startled by a friend's visit."

The hotel owner thought to himself, "Your friend left in such disheveled state. It's the middle of the night, and there's only one man and one woman alone. This visit is probably not so simple."

But when he saw the banknotes being handed to him, he coughed and pretended nothing had happened. After the hotel owner told him to close the doors and windows, he went downstairs.

During this time, some tenants who were woken up in the hallway opened their doors to check, but quickly closed them again, looking rather bored.

He Ye breathed a sigh of relief for the time being.

Although the matter was not yet resolved, he was surprised by the reason why Yugiri attacked him at night—it was a terrible consequence of Monica's irresponsible words, which made the naive and ignorant girl Yugiri really think that she had fallen in love with him.

He Ye simply took it as a prank by Monica, after all, how could she possibly fall in love with someone who didn't even understand love?

However, this prank went a bit too far.

Doesn't she consider this: if the organization knew about these rumors, they'd definitely lock her up in confinement!
Thinking about this, He Ye felt a chill run down her spine, but then she sighed. Fortunately, the prank was exposed early, and she hadn't met with the organization yet. There was still time tomorrow to clarify Monica's lies and get Yugiri back to normal.

It was already past 1 a.m., and things had come to this point. He Ye just wanted to discuss solutions again tomorrow.

He turned around and turned the doorknob, only to find that it had been wobbling and about to fall off. With a casual pull, the metal doorknob fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Heye:......

She is indeed very strong.

Should I pay for the damage to the door? Oh well, I've already given them two bills, so I'll just consider it compensation... No matter how I deal with this terrifying national-level assassin, He Ye really doesn't have any impure thoughts.

……

The next morning at eight o'clock.

The coastal city of Vermanez is already bustling with people. For most of the residents who make a living by fishing, they have to get up at six o'clock in the morning to prepare for the day. The dockworkers have to get up even earlier to deal with the ships that arrive and unload their cargo within a fixed time.

The incident that occurred at 1 a.m. last night did not cause any further consequences, and most people were still asleep and unaware of it.

Of course, except for the parties involved.

He Ye got up and washed up with dark circles under her eyes.

In front of the mirror in the bathroom, he splashed water on his face to clean it, then patted his cheeks to perk himself up.

The events of last night were still vivid in He Ye's mind, keeping her awake all night. She was afraid that if she fell asleep, the door would be silently open again, and someone would be lying next to her, hugging a pillow and counting her eyelashes, a sight that was both tender and frightening.

Finally, I managed to stay awake for two hours as dawn broke, trying to combat my drowsy mind.

I wasn't planning on trying any local delicacies for breakfast; instead, I just grabbed whatever dry food I'd brought. A few pieces of hard, blackened bran bread—a kind of 'hard' currency.

He Ye, with a piece of bread in her mouth, went to the corridor and knocked on the door opposite.

"who is it?!"

"it's me."

They were quite wary.

The door opened, revealing Nicole's pouty face. She saw He Ye standing in the doorway with a displeased expression, instead of the demure look of a wife confronting her cheating husband, hands on hips, scanning her up and down.

"Hmph." Nicole snorted coldly.

"What does 'humph' mean?..." He Ye wanted to sigh to the heavens. He felt like Nicole had just thrown mud at him from inside his stomach. Why was there no one around him who was easy to deal with?
"I won't tell you, sir, what you're here for?"

"Is Sofia awake?"

"Get up, I'm helping Sophia comb her hair."

"It's good that you're awake. Just have some bread for breakfast. And is it convenient for you to come in now? I have something I want to say to Sophia."

Nicole took the bread, a little annoyed: "What are you going to say to her?"

"It's confidential...you might need to go out."

Nicole was utterly unhappy, and even said in a pitiful voice, "Sir, you kept this from me for so long. I thought I had a chance, but I never expected you to be an old man who has been married once before. I...I...Waaah!"

Nicole feigned tears of grief and indignation.

He Ye interrupted her with a headache: "What do you mean by an old man who has been married once? I'm only 23 years old. Okay, stop joking around."

"Oh." Nicole stopped immediately, but then pouted and whispered, "You weren't doing anything naughty in there, were you?"

"I'm here to explain things clearly." He Ye looked up at the ceiling helplessly, wondering how Nicole had become like this. Where did that cute and considerate little girl go?

"Haha, then I'm relieved, sir."

Nicole's gloom vanished instantly, and she hugged and rubbed against He Ye's arm.

Although her previous sadness was genuine, Nicole couldn't sleep last night worrying about this suddenly appearing ex-wife stealing her husband away, and she was also a little sad and upset that she couldn't be the first wife. But now that she's heard this news, it makes sense that she's the ex-wife—her husband definitely doesn't like her anymore!

Nicole, who is well-versed in the hot girls on the covers of various magazines, knows He Ye's good spots and is determined to drink more milk to become that kind of sexy woman.

Even now, she's completely flat-chested, which has nothing to do with being sexy.

"Then wait for me outside."

"Yes, sir!"

Nicole affectionately crossed her arms, saying "okay" but showing no sign of letting go, as if trying to make up for the humiliation she suffered last night.

This made He Ye feel a little uncomfortable. Two months was not enough time for her body to absorb nutrients and grow, not to mention that she was working in a bar and her lifestyle was disrupted... She hoped that she could make up for her lack of nutrition during this trip to Country B.

Speaking of which, I feel like Nicole has been acting a little too affectionate lately?
Just as He Ye was about to offer a reminder, the door to the room opened in the corridor and a man walked by.

He frowned as he witnessed this scene, and the word "sir" made his mind wander. He had already imagined a scene of a wealthy playboy keeping a commoner girl as his mistress, and he clicked his tongue in envy.

He Ye couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

That's true. It was alright in Greeley City before, but we're about to face the organization's people. Explaining Nicole's background and origins is a bit troublesome.

I think I should ask her to change how she addresses me.

At the very least, they need to avoid suspicion; such intimacy requires a reasonable explanation.

"Nicole, let go." He Ye patted her and said, "And don't call me 'sir' anymore."

"Huh?" Nicole exclaimed in surprise. "Did I do something wrong?"

“Nothing is quite right. After all, you look too young. Calling me ‘sir’ and hugging me like that can easily lead to unnecessary misunderstandings. Although I know you respect and love me, others won’t think that way.”

"..." Nicole hesitated, feeling that others' understanding was correct, but she couldn't bring herself to ask directly, so she simply asked, "Then, how should I address you from now on?"

He Ye thought for a moment and said, "Let's talk about it after I've dealt with Sophia's matter."

Nicole was silent for a moment and mumbled something, then finally said, "I understand... sir."

(End of this chapter)