Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 131.5. It wasn't a misunderstanding; He Ye, all alone, was like a wolf entering a tiger's den.

As He Ye pushed open the door and walked in, Nicole, who was left outside, squatted by the door with a worried look on her face.

She nibbled on the bran bread, hoping that He Ye was truly going to resolve this complicated relationship.

Inside the room,

What comes into view is Yugiri sitting at the sofa table.

She was looking at the letter, reading it over and over again countless times, her cheek pressed against the pillow, her eyes still heavy with sleep. Two days earlier, at the dock where she was about to leave, Monica handed a suitcase to Yuugiri, containing her clothes and books. It all started with that handover of the suitcase.

Seeing this, He Ye was a little unsure how to start a conversation.

This would be a bit awkward for anyone.

Last night, I was forcibly kissed twice, and the feeling still makes me feel guilty when I think about it. I shouldn't feel happy, but the soft lips and the delicate, sticky, glistening liquid, along with the reflection of myself in her beautiful, pitiful eyes, make my mouth dry just thinking about it.

This was the first time he had ever kissed a woman.

It's okay to lose your first kiss; you're all grown up, so it's only natural to lose it eventually. But these kinds of things should be mutual, and being forced into it is really a bit awkward.

"Ahem, Sophia."

He Ye decided to use this form of address to end the misunderstanding.

He could guess part of the reason.

The previous sham marriage may have caused her unnecessary misunderstandings, making her think that long-term companionship is love, and that taking care of her for a long time is love. No, that's not the case.

These are just orders from the organization.

He Ye walked to the sofa opposite Xi Wu and sat down. He took a deep breath, placed his hands on his knees, and said solemnly:
“What happened last night was very sudden. I don’t understand why you did that to me. You should know the organization’s strict punishment for this kind of thing… So, I will keep this a secret for you, and I also hope that you will not do anything out of line again.”

Yugiri slowly looked up and nodded gently: "Okay."

She seems much calmer now.

But in reality, it wasn't calmness, just the exhaustion from not being able to sleep all night; even his voice was slow and thoughtful.

When this tranquility from insomnia is revealed in Yugiri, those who don't know better might mistake it for her calm and indifferent nature.

He Ye is someone who doesn't understand.

He's not a psychologist; in his eyes, this state of mind is normal for a national-level assassin.

He has always been cold and ruthless, and rarely speaks.

Just like the deepest impression I had when we first met.

"Then let's get back to your question."

He Ye coughed again, his expression tense and serious.
"You said Monica told you everything in her letter, writing that you love me, but that's not actually love; it's a deep misunderstanding. Just because she says you love me doesn't mean you love me. You don't even know the definition of love, do you?"

After a moment of silence, Yugiri took a book from beside the sofa.

The book is titled "Tell You What Love Is Like," and the author is the renowned writer Hervrou, whose status in the world is no less than that of Socrates.

"You understood it?" He Ye's heart skipped a beat.

“No.” Yugiri shook her head.

He Ye felt relieved.

The fact that Yugiri didn't understand means that Heno's understanding is correct. Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. If she really knew what love was, she wouldn't have put her hand on her chest last night and asked him to teach her what love was.

To be honest, it's scary.

He Ye believes that love varies from person to person, and every mature personality has a different understanding of love. His understanding of love comes from the romance dramas he watched in his youth.

Considering that the misunderstanding could not be cleared up without a clear explanation, He Ye had no choice but to first explain to her what love is.

"First of all, there are three signs that you love someone..." He Ye held up three fingers, a little reserved, feeling embarrassed to explain this to others.

Fortunately, Yugiri's attentive expression eased Heno's unease considerably; she was truly a skilled listener. Her eyes gazed at him with a deep and serene intensity, as if trying to memorize every subtle expression and movement.

He Ye could only take a deep breath and pretend to be calm.

To reiterate, in his understanding, this female assassin definitely did not love him.

She mistook dependence for love.

This is probably the first time in so many years that someone has taken such good care of her for three consecutive years, so she feels she can't live without them.

Coincidentally, Monica thought so too.

But later she realized she was wrong.

He Ye began to explain her understanding of love.

First, I want to be with that person every moment; second, I am moved by her joys and sorrows; third, I feel that she is my destiny.

That's how all soap operas in the world are written.

After finishing his three points, He Ye felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders.

"Do you still think you love me?" he said.

Yugiri remained silent, feeling a pang of unhappiness rising in her chest once more.

More painful than sadness, beyond words.

“You don’t love me, you just depend on someone to take care of you.” He Ye said slowly and methodically. “Monica’s advice to you was just a misunderstanding. You need to clearly understand what you are doing, understand what love is, before you talk about these things… Well, it’s embarrassing to say these things, let alone people like us.”

"When I get back this time, I'll suggest that the organization arrange for you to learn more knowledge outside your major. Otherwise, someone in their twenties shouldn't even know so much about common sense..."

He Ye paused here, too embarrassed to say what he would do if he retired, and simply shook his head in silence.

We are ready to end the conversation.

Heno hopes that this time he can make Yugiri understand.

"No, it's not." But Yugiri, who had been silent all along, suddenly looked up.

She stood up and walked towards He Ye, which made He Ye a little flustered and even broke out in a cold sweat.

My wrist was still aching slightly last night.

Even as she stood before him, Heno was already thinking about how to escape, but Xiwu simply took Heno's hand and placed it on—

Place it on your chest.

The slightly soft, undulating touch, so warm and so gentle, left He Ye momentarily speechless. He was certain that Xi Wu didn't know what this action meant, but there must be a deeper meaning behind it.

“You said the same thing as Monica.”

"But that's not how it is."

“I feel terrible here. Just thinking about you makes me feel terrible. I know it’s my heart, it’s beating, but I don’t understand why it hurts.”

"Monica said I've fallen in love with you, even though I don't know what love is. I'm trying to learn, but I'm clumsy. I hope you can feel my sadness."

"Could you say it again, Leon? What is love?"

"I don't understand, I want to hear it a second time."

Yugiri's eyes were so innocent. She held He Ye's right hand with both hands, pressing it against her right chest, not allowing her to leave or relax. There was only the warm touch of their close contact and the sound of her heart beating.

He Ye blushed slightly, a normal reaction for any man, so he pretended to remain calm.

"Um, I think I've explained it very clearly just now... Could you let go of my hand first?"

"Can't you feel it?"

"what?"

"My sadness."

Yugiri kept staring at Heno, so close in that morning room, her eyes filled with pain.

"You'll sew dolls for me...you'll wipe my palms...you'll tell me how to cook...you'll share my joy and sorrow..."

"I've done missions where I lived with others before... but it was a cold, impersonal feeling..."

"I don't know what love is... but I know that room is warm... just being by your side is enough... I don't want to leave you... I want to go back to that warmth..."

“Leon…”

As Yugiri spoke, she became so sorrowful, her sigh seeming to release all the sadness and grief she had endured over the years. The hand that had been clasped to her chest slipped away, no longer feeling her heartbeat.

She bent down, as if an angel were kissing her forehead.

The sofa was knocked over by the girl, and He Ye's back hit the ground again. His heart was filled with unprecedented panic, and he wanted to speak but could only let out a muffled sob.
"Uh huh!!!"

So this is what it felt like to be kissed so forcefully at the top of the tower.

Her lips were touched again, demanded again, and the tightness of her embrace was a testament to her love for him.

He Ye finally understood.

I misunderstood.

Monica wasn't lying to herself; her reasons were clearly written on the letter, though He Ye hadn't read them. If he had read every word on that letter, he would have understood that this naive and innocent assassin had fallen deeply in love with him. Their long time together was merely a catalyst; more importantly, it was her meticulous care. No spy in this era possesses such a simple yet tender set of values; even knowing she was a chilling blade, he still took meticulous care of her.

Yugiri, who had never been treated as a human being, understood for the first time that when her finger was cut by a kitchen knife and a trickle of blood flowed out, someone would carefully wipe it and wrap it with a finely cut bandage.

"Does it hurt?"

What is the problem with pain?

"...It's okay, don't take it off."

Slowly raising his head, thick saliva steamed in the air as Yugiri looked at Heno beneath him. Heno's chest heaved wildly from lack of oxygen, and his face was flushed, like a virtuous young man being forcibly kissed.

He felt he had to say something.

But now I need to catch my breath, taking deep breaths to slowly inhale oxygen.

It's too deep!
“My heart aches when I think of you. I feel sad. I know this feeling is called sadness. I felt this when Teacher Teresa died in front of me, and I haven’t felt it since… but now I do. Leon, please don’t abandon me again. I don’t care if I love you or not. I don’t understand these things. I just want to stay by your side.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Yugiri looked as if she was about to cry. But she didn't. Her senses, which had been suppressed for so long, had become so dull that she couldn't even shed a tear. She just looked dejected and lowered her head, like a child who had done something wrong.

My shoulders were being gripped very tightly.

It's like an indelible red mark left by the pressure.

"So you really... love me."

The morning sunlight streamed through the window at eight o'clock, and the bustling crowd left their footprints outside the street. He Ye, who was pinned down, looked at the assassin girl who had been with him for many years and realized this fact. This unbelievable yet unavoidable fact made him whisper in bewilderment.

Just then, the door suddenly opened.

Nicole pushed open the door, a piece of bread in her mouth, because the continuous vibrations she heard were making her very worried.

But what happened next broke her heart.

"Boom~~"

The bread she was holding in her mouth fell to the ground. He Ye, who had been so determined to solve the problem, was pinned down by her older sister Sophia. This time, Sophia kissed her deeply in front of Nicole, as if declaring that she was hers.

Nicole was stunned.

Nicole is heartbroken.

Nicole was furious beyond containment!
Wasn't this supposed to be the end of all this?
why? !

They kissed again!!!

(End of this chapter)