Be a matchmaker in an otome game

Chapter 430 Slap

The next day, when Felissa saw Vincent, his eyes were falling on the endless sky, and he was in a trance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Felissa did not come forward to disturb.

Being alone is very important for anyone, and Vincent didn't want anyone to interrupt his thoughts at the moment.

Instead, Vincent came to his senses first and looked at Felissa: "Standing there for so long, you don't feel tired?"

Felissa made a joke: "Don't you know that you can't disturb people who are thinking, otherwise they will be scared to death."

Vincent expressed slight disapproval of such words.

He heard Felissa's footsteps before she got close. If this could scare her, maybe it would be better for him to choose to die early. People who are too vigilant will not survive long in his world.

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"Come and show me," Vincent spread his hands and showed a provocative smile to Felissa, "show me what you call sobriety and transparency."

"It's fine that you have heard Safi's words of preference for me." Safi said that and she didn't care. It would be arrogant to praise herself so much, and Felissa also believed that she was still far from being sober and transparent.

Vincent laughed at her self-awareness.

"But if I want to talk to you, that's enough." Felissa dragged a chair and sat down in front of Vincent. "Do you mind if I ask, what happened when you met Miss Cress?"

situation?"

"Mind." Vincent replied quickly.

This is boring. Vincent is not here for psychological counseling, he is here to fight against psychological counseling.

However, this situation is also very common. Many people do not necessarily go to see a psychologist voluntarily, but are forced to go. Well, it is similar to Vincent. They will subconsciously raise a wall of defense in their hearts and use their own

The best way to confront a psychiatrist is to close your heart and attack with words. There are many psychiatrists who have been attacked by consultants.

"Since the teacher doesn't want to say it, let me make a guess." Felissa was not angry. How to make the consultants trust them is also a required course. "Since you can bring the news back, you should be

I have met Miss Cress, maybe I should say congratulations to you."

This congratulation is a bit harsh.

He sneered: "Even if you attack me when we meet, is this something worthy of congratulations?"

"It is indeed worthy of congratulations," Felissa nodded, "At least she is willing to give you emotional feedback."

People who really don't care will only handle things in a business-like manner.

It's not that Vincent doesn't understand this kind of thing, but he still cares a lot about it.

"It's just because Azarez gave her an order. It doesn't need to be said so nicely."

From this tone, he really cared enough.

If you don't do it wholeheartedly, then it won't work, right?

"For you, are there only two options: none and all?" Felissa asked. "Is there no middle ground at all?"

"What do you want to say?"

"I think that for Miss Cress, it is true that she takes orders, and it is true that she cares about you. This is not a conflict."

People who don't have a heart won't care so much. Cress obviously had a grudge against Vincent and called him directly without saying a word. It was obvious that she didn't want to reason but just lost her temper.

It’s not that Vincent doesn’t understand this.

"It's useless," he shook his head, "Miss Felicia, this little care can't solve anything at all, she will still abandon me."

Felissa asked softly: "Perhaps in her eyes, you abandoned her."

Vincent was startled.

Isn't the reason why he feels guilty about Cress precisely because he stabbed Cress in the back?

Perhaps in Cress's eyes, he is the one without a heart.

He resented Cress's carelessness and felt guilty for what he had done.

But in the final analysis, he had nothing to criticize Cress. Cress chose the demon race, just like he chose the human race.

Everyone just pays the price for their own choices.

"You're right," Vincent breathed out, his whole body visibly emptied out a bit, "Maybe I should let go of this relationship."

This is not what Felissa wants to see.

The only time Vincent has a lively personality is when he talks about Cress. What does he have left after giving up his relationship with Cress?

Felissa stood up suddenly, walked forward quickly, and slapped Vincent hard before he could react.

Given Vincent's ability, he shouldn't have received this slap, but he was a little uneasy at the moment, so he was hit just right.

Vincent's entire face was deflected by Felissa.

Felissa turned her back and shook her hand, gasping secretly - it hurt so much from the beating.

He paused slightly and looked up from his stray hair. Felicia could clearly feel the murderous intent.

Her face turned slightly pale, but she still looked directly at Vincent without taking a step back. The murderous aura only lasted for a moment and soon subsided.

"No one has dared to hit me in the face since I was twelve years old." Vincent straightened his back, holding a slap mark, and looked at Felissa with a half-smile, "You are really brave.

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"After all, you can't do anything to me." Felissa said with a smile.

Vincent also laughed, and then there was Ichika in front of Felicia's eyes. When she came to her senses again, a gleaming dagger was placed at Felicia's neck.

His hand was very steady, and there was only a hair's length between the blade and Felissa's skin. Felissa could clearly feel the cold air coming from the blade.

Felicia shuddered slightly.

From the outside, Felissa was unscathed, but this kind of psychological pressure is not something ordinary people can bear.

Her throat slid up and down, as if she was swallowing all the fear in her heart.

Then, the knife was withdrawn, but Felissa was still possessed, unable to move.

Vincent seemed not surprised by her state, and he walked around Felissa with a smile.

"Miss Felicia," he sat back on the chair and looked at Felicia leisurely, "I really can't do anything to you, but I can really do anything to you."

These words seemed to relieve Felissa. She breathed heavily, staggered back a few steps, and held on to the table.

"What a special experience." She tried hard to finish the sentence, but found that she couldn't even raise the corners of her mouth.

She had never been so close to death. As long as Vincent wanted to, he could have harvested her head just now.

Vincent could tell at a glance that Felissa was trying to show off her strength.

"I have to give you a compliment," Vincent said slowly, "You are very brave. At least you can still stand."

He had seen too many people who, after being so personally threatened by him, couldn't support their bodies with their legs and collapsed directly to the ground. Although Felissa held on to the table, she was still standing.

(End of chapter)