Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 82, Section 39: He Ye and Loris
It was as if the scene had frozen in that moment.

Lorice's breath was burning hot. Overwhelmed by confusion and the pounding in her heart, she instinctively took a half-step back. She had never felt anything like this before. The incomprehensible emotions made her timid, and she wanted to reject and avoid it.

She was even biting her lip, trembling.

pity--

"It would be so awkward to refuse in this situation!"

Nitil put her hands to her mouth and shouted loudly, her joyful expression, as if she wanted to stir up trouble, made her look like Cupid.

Immediately, many people in the hall looked over at the sound. Whether they were ladies who had already found their next dance partner or gentlemen who were still searching, they all saw Lolis by the vase in the corner.

She was being invited.

Before Lolis stood a young, black-haired man offering an invitation. His appearance was no less striking than anyone else present, perhaps even more so, making one's heart race. Although He Ye vaguely sensed that he had been tricked when he heard Nytil shout, he waited patiently for what was to come.

If Loris doesn't like it, she can refuse. He's just here on orders to help her out; it's up to her whether she needs it or not.

Of course, at this point, the biggest crowd was no longer that blonde lady.

When Galina, who was nearby, saw He Ye's invitation, she felt a pang of sorrow and dejection. She weakly pushed Algernon away, knowing that she had lost another battle. She had no heart to ask about right and wrong anymore and just wanted to cry.

And now the largest enclosure.

It was He Ye's own hand.

According to established etiquette, Loris couldn't possibly refuse in this situation. If there weren't so many people around, it would be fine; her refusal would only cause the other party to lose face privately.

With so many people watching, if Lolis were to refuse, it would be tantamount to slapping everyone at this social ball in the face and shattering the carefully constructed social atmosphere.

So eventually.

She lowered her small, soft hand with difficulty—slowly, very slowly; anyone who didn't know better would think that her hand was holding a button to destroy the world.

It's not bad either.

"Who sent you?" Loris blushed, gritting her teeth as she spoke each word slowly and deliberately.

"?" For some inexplicable reason, He Ye had already taken her hand and turned around. "Didn't you send me?"

Since she had reached out, he felt he had to help her out, so He Ye thought that was the case. So, he led Lolis with a leisurely pace until they arrived at the ballroom, in the central area of ​​the hall.

At this moment, they, like everyone else here, became the focus of attention, with the solemn music of the symphony lingering in their ears.

He Ye remained calm, but Loris, standing opposite her, was in a state of utter turmoil. When her fingers accidentally touched his black tie, even her fingertips felt slightly hot.

Fortunately, they have temporarily let go, waiting for the right transition—the rhythm has not yet arrived.

This is a social dance, a performance for the upper class.

The soft sounds of other people talking could be heard around me.

"This sapphire necklace suits you perfectly."

"Thank you~ I like your hands too."

Young men and women were complimenting each other as dance partners.

"I heard you just returned from studying abroad on the other side of the coast? I've never been to sea before!"

"I'll take you there sometime—the grasslands there are vast, and I'll teach you how to ride a horse."

Handsome men and women are showing affection for each other, trying to take their relationship to the next level.

"Did you see Mr. John's bow tie?"

"Haha, you really love watching that stuff."

A close couple was observing others, waiting for the conductor's baton to rise and fall in the symphony orchestra.

He Ye and Loris do not seem to fall into these three categories.

Their conversation sounded so full of resentment that anyone who didn't know better would think they were sworn enemies!

"Don't you dare put your arms around my waist later!"

"Waltz without holding your waist? What if you fly out of the air? That would be so embarrassing!"

"Do you tube!"

"..." He Ye couldn't understand what she was trying to do, and even found it hard to suppress a laugh. His eyes were filled with helpless compromise—after all, she was the boss and she made the decisions.

"Alright, alright, you're the superior, you decide." He Ye slowly revealed his true feelings.

This made Lolis's face burn even hotter, and she lowered her head. Why did his smile make her feel even worse, and her heart was pounding so fast it felt like she needed to rest?

"Don't laugh in front of me..." Loris suddenly whispered, wanting to stomp on He Ye's foot.

He Ye, however, had already calmly dodged away.

Loris: "How could you dodge that!"

He Ye: "Why didn't you dodge?"

The conversation between the two was more like that of cats and dogs, who were incompatible, than people about to dance together. This left the ladies and gentlemen nearby with strange expressions. They looked at each other and then could only laugh lightly.

The two parties involved were completely oblivious, already engrossed in their argument.

Fortunately, after a short while, the conversation in the center of the hall gradually subsided, and a harmonious melody played by seventeen pairs of butterflies and thirty-four gentlemen and ladies resonated with the soul and the dance.

At this moment, coincidentally.

The gentlemen bowed in greeting.

He Ye extended her hand again, inviting him to join in, because the hand she had let go of earlier needed to be grasped again at this moment—just like that, fingers touching fingers, and then, following the rhythm, listening to the long and melodious music, dancing the beauty of a waltz.

Loris looked at the hand in front of her, a multitude of thoughts flashing through her mind.

It was only a few seconds, but it felt like it was stretched out for a very long time.

"..."

The memory of that night at the club flashed through my mind. It was a candlelight dinner atmosphere with only the two of us. He had taken my hands with both of his own and even knelt down on one knee to invite me to dinner. But my feelings then were completely different from now.

Please, I really have to go with you!

And this time,
It was as if I slowly reached out my hand.

Loris seemed lost in thought; in the end, instead of arguing, she offered a muffled, almost uneasily reassuring instruction:
"Don't step on my foot..."

He Ye nodded and grasped it: "It won't step on you."

When their fingers touched, there was a slightly warm feeling. Lolis's palms were very warm, but also very soft. It's easy to imagine that the skin of a young girl in the prime of her life is so delicate that it's hard to imagine that her soft fingers would be any better.

Although He Ye didn't have any wild thoughts, he had to admit that he had gotten the better deal.

You can smell her scent at will.

It's okay if it's right in front of you, you can even hug it.

She danced very well, even excellently, to the point that it was beyond the realm of social interaction. It was as if someone had specially taught her. Was this based on experience with a large number of people, or was there something else behind it?
He Ye probably felt there was more to the story.

He pursed his lips and after a long while, he said in a low voice with difficulty, "Um, sir, I'm almost losing all feeling in my hands."

It turned out that, without anyone noticing, Lolis had already gripped He Ye's hand tightly. Whether it was due to nervousness or some other reason, their handshake had changed from a courtly gesture to a street thug-like grip—referring to the degree of force.

He Ye's hand was red from the tiger's mouth, as if it had been scratched by a crab's claws.

Lolis then came to her senses and embarrassedly loosened her grip, which relieved He Ye.

"You should have said so sooner," she said softly, turning her head away.

Heye: "..."

She's blaming herself no matter what, which is incredibly unreasonable and domineering. However, if she had considerable experience dancing with others, she shouldn't have made such a mistake. So there's probably more to the story.

They haven't reached the point where they need to dance with their arms around each other's waists, but even if they reach He Ye, they won't offend her, because they've already agreed beforehand, and can only pray that she really won't fly away.

He Ye tried to talk to her.

As she danced lightly, others around her did the same.

"By the way..."

He Ye remembered Miss Mia's matter. He hadn't inquired about the full picture yet—for example, how she told the other party, and what the other party's attitude was.

Upon hearing He Ye's question, Loris sullenly told him the truth.

She wrote a message on a piece of paper, revealing the truth she had discovered, then folded it up and asked a passing maid to pass it on to Miss Mia.

After seeing this, Miss Mia briefly left the room and went to the second-floor corridor (because of the request in the letter). Loris came up as a guest to visit and meet her, and only then did she explain the situation and show her the photos.

Then--

"This story should end here."

Lorice said that her eyes reflected her integrity. This relationship was not accepted by society to begin with, let alone the reasons behind it; she felt this was the most appropriate ending.

"If he truly loved his wife, he wouldn't have done such a thing. In the end, all those things in the storage room, the portraits and photos left behind, are just self-deceptive comforts."

He Ye remained silent for a long time.

"Love, yet greed," he said.

Lolis understood that this was He Ye's summary; these four words could encapsulate his entire emotional journey. However, this view of love did not align with her own, so she retorted listlessly.

"It's not greed, it's just a lack of steadfast love."

"What do you mean?"

"She just looks a lot like me, but she's not really my wife. Since I've decided to love someone, I shouldn't change my mind even if I die."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Ye felt that this concept of love was really heavy, but he had no reason to argue with Lolis.

Ultimately, his view was the same as Loris's; he just could understand why she did what she did.

But then again.

The fourth spy team's week-long investigation ended in this way: they gained nothing but witnessed a love story, which is rather laughable. All the previous speculations have become more of a joke.

Not to mention their current situation.

He Ye looked at Lolis dancing in front of him. Lolis didn't meet his gaze, and their height, barely reaching his chest, made it seem like a younger man/older woman relationship...

Despite being a mature type, He Ye keeps getting wrapped up in the naive type, which makes her a little melancholy.

After thinking about it, I realized he had mentioned it casually and indifferently.

"Sir, how old are you this year?"

Although Loris didn't quite understand, she said after a while, "21 years old."

Uh, at 21 years old, looking like this means she hasn't even gone through puberty yet, right?
So the future looks promising?
Noticing that He Ye was scrutinizing her, Lolis felt a little awkward, so she finally interrupted in a low voice:
"What are you thinking?"

"Let's move on from the previous topic," He Ye said without changing his expression, "There are many kinds of love in the world, and greedy love is also understandable."

Lorris frowned: "You mean you think this view of love is right, and that you would fall in love with someone like that?"

He Ye thought to himself, "No, no, no, I won't hang myself on one tree like that. There are many girls he likes. Although he hasn't met any yet, as long as they are curvy and treat him well, he'll definitely love as many as he wants."

However, this is probably just wishful thinking, since very few girls would agree to such behavior... and he doesn't want to hurt the girls.

Sigh, I guess I should go back and read more sexy magazines.

The emotions that He Ye was feeling remained on his face; he simply shook his head and said:
"No, I just said I can understand it, but I don't agree with it."

"The climax is just around the corner."

"Uh, I mean, Loris, are you sure you don't need me to support you?"

He Ye changed her wording and didn't say "hold on" because she didn't want to accidentally bump into someone if she really let go. She needed to ensure at least a basic level of safety.

Loris also came to her senses and mumbled something:
Don't take advantage of me.

He Ye thought to himself, "You didn't gain anything from this either."

Of course, she wouldn't say it aloud. Instead, she respected her wishes. He Ye looked at the skirts that were already fluttering around her, a scene as beautiful as a cluster of flowers.

Moving forward and backward—this is the performance of the crowd.

The string section's bows played gently, and the cellos and violins played a tender concerto;
The woodwind instruments add atmosphere with their unique timbre, and the echoes of the flute and oboe are mesmerizing;
The brass section provides brilliant and powerful harmonies, serving as the engine of the music.

It's already reached its climax.

As if he had practiced countless times, He Ye gently pushed with his left hand, and instead of keeping his right hand on hers, he placed his palm above her head so that if Lolis lost her balance in any direction, he could support her shoulders with his wrist.

The world around me transforms into a dazzling vortex, and in the eyes of others, everyone else is just a backdrop.

And yet, only oneself is the unmoving center.

Looking at the girl in front of him, He Ye was no longer too concerned. The reason he said he could understand was because he had read a lot of sad literature in his previous life—in high school, some people in his class had passed around books like "Fireworks" and "Manga Novel Illustrations," and even romance novels.

The story goes that without love, the sky will fall.

Life is so colorful and vibrant.

But it seems that you can only realize this after you've actually liked someone.

Love is greedy, and even difficult.

It takes courage to open your heart to others. The scars formed in your heart can turn into armor, because they contain your past and your independent soul. You have to take them off and hold them in your heart for someone to see.

That's why there is greed, hardship, affection, and even ruthlessness.

Before we knew it, the climax was coming to an end, and the symphony orchestra members in their tuxedos smiled, as if they too were experiencing the turbulent emotions.

The dancing partners around them were already welcoming the end one after another.

He Ye did not offend anyone throughout the entire process, as agreed.

And finally.

As the symphony orchestra's song ended, the girl standing in front of him had a slightly complicated expression. Her light blonde hair was still smooth and shiny, but as He Ye let go of her hand, and with that solemn closing gesture, her expression changed.

Kneel on one knee and gently kiss the back of your hand.

He Ye thought that this should finally allow him to vent his anger and get out of trouble. After all, the blonde lady had performed the gesture in front of him, and the hand-kissing ceremony was part of court etiquette, so it shouldn't be considered offensive.

"It is an honor to dance with you."

He Ye then raised her head and smiled gently.

When it came into Loris's view again, it was an even stranger feeling than before, like her heart skipped a beat, leaving her feeling helpless. Fortunately, the people around her felt much the same way, and fortunately, she was good at hiding her emotions.

Therefore, the feigned nonchalance was actually masking a chaotic heartbeat.

"Let's go, let's go, don't make us want to sing another song later!..."

"Yes Yes Yes."

He Ye casually brushed the dust off his pants from his knees, then quickly followed Lolis. When he got to her side, he was almost inexplicably elbowed, but fortunately He Ye reacted quickly and dodged it, which made Lolis blush and get angry.

Look how incompatible they are.

(End of this chapter)