At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, in the dim room, Britney had already fallen asleep. Hathaway picked her up in a princess hug and moved her to the next room before returning to this bedroom, removing the chair and letting Jenkins and his cat out.
The curtains have been pulled open, and the faint moonlight shines down from the sky, making the red-haired girl with reddish skin look like a goddess bathed in moonlight.
The two inside and outside the wardrobe did not speak, but both pairs of eyes looked at each other. Only the cat made dissatisfied meows, but no one had time to take care of it now.
"I think you should say something now."
Hathaway reminded softly that she was wearing a simple pajamas now, and Jenkins knew what was under the pajamas.
"I… "
He never thought that one day he would be forced to face such a scene. Due to the rigidity of his head, his mouth was out of control:
"The table, the performance is wonderful..."
Now he wants to punch himself.
"Do you still want to see it?"
Jenkins didn't want to answer this question, he wanted to maintain his image.
"Excuse me, tonight, in the end...well, what is going on?"
He suspected that he was dreaming countless times just now, but the dream would not be so real. There is an indescribable smell in the room, mixed with the aroma of wine, it seems a little intoxicated and weird. Jenkins' back was soaked, and his arms were sore from holding the chocolate for a long time. It's all a real feeling, there's no way it's wrong.
Obviously still facing the threat of the undead, but also headaches from the new neighbors and Mr. Pisco's letters, but had to face these things on Sunday night. Jenkins fully realized the malice of life to him, and the joke of the hermit of fate was a bit too much.
"Do you like me, Jenkins?"
Jenkins didn't understand the logic of the conversation. He obviously started the question, but instead of answering, Hathaway also asked a new question that Jenkins couldn't answer. She didn't follow the general rules of conversation.
His thoughts continued to diverge, vaguely recalling the last night on the train, the blonde girl seemed to have asked the same question.
"Answer me, Jenkins?"
Hathaway's face was flushed, and Jenkins wasn't sure whether it was because of the wine just now or because of emotions, but he knew that he probably was about the same now.
"Are you going to keep playing dumb?"
"I… "
He couldn't answer this question either, so he walked out of the closet with the cat, and Hathaway turned sideways to make way for him.
When the two passed by, Jenkins smelled a strong smell of wine on Hathaway's body. This is normal. A lot of red wine was wasted when the girls played around just now, and the sheets and quilts may have to be cleaned before they can be used again.
"Do you not want to answer, or are you afraid to answer?"
Hathaway pressed hard.
"I… "
"Is it okay to be a man, Jenkins, what are you worried about?"
"I… "
"Can't you understand what I'm thinking?"
"I like you."
"Why are you... sorry, what did you just say?"
The soft moonlight shrouded the two of them, and some inexplicable emotions filled between them. The red-haired girl raised her head and looked into the man's eyes in disbelief. She didn't really want Jenkins to say anything. She didn't think Jenkins was a man who could say those words.
"Sorry, you..."
"I won't say it again."
Jenkins shook his head hastily, he had exhausted all his courage.
"In this case, why do you..."
"Because you still have Britney, I don't want to do something immoral."
"immoral..."
She looked into Jenkins' eyes again, her eyes were like sharp swords:
"What did you do on the last night on the train back to Nolan City from Snow Mountain Villa?"
"We didn't do anything!"
The man's voice suddenly became louder.
"oh?"
Hathaway raised her hand and placed it on the first button below her neck. The button was beautiful, but still not as pretty as the girl's hand.
Jenkins' hand was faster, and he grabbed Hathaway's arm in one go.
"do not do that."
His expression was serious, because he didn't want to face the scene of the train night again.
"Do you like Britney?"
"I said, I don't want to do something immoral."
"Even if it hurts us?"
"I do not understand what you are saying."
"No, you understand, but you're running away. Jenkins, what are you running from? I feel your fear, but I never knew what you were afraid of."
"I said, I wouldn't do something immoral."
"If you don't mind, I'll wake Britney now."
"No no no."
Jenkins shook his head like a lunatic, and stepped back step by step, while Hathaway chased forward step by step.
"I know it's wrong, but if..."
"Please stop talking!"
"Both Britney and I come from aristocratic families, things like that..."
With a bang, the window behind Jenkins was opened. Like a mouse avoiding a cat, he jumped out of the window, and was caught by the unicorn and flew into the night sky.
The red-haired girl stood quietly by the window, letting the cold night wind blow her long hair. The flying man under the moon flew away little by little, but not long after, the escaped man returned and rang the bell downstairs.
"I don't want to be someone who runs away, it's shameful."
He said in a trembling voice, but stood downstairs without entering the house. Chocolate behind Hathaway at the door ran out quickly, and the man just forgot about it:
"I feel disgusting too, I really do to you... I... you... she... oh, what the hell am I going to say? To you and Britney... I shouldn't hurt you, but... oh sage, I I don't know what to say. Sorry."
"I understand, you don't need to explain..."
This time, it was Jenkins who took the initiative to reach out, hugged the girl at the door and kissed it, then picked up the cat and ran quickly into the thick night.
"He doesn't understand anything."
Hathaway touched her lips and leaned sideways on the door frame. Even if she can't see Jenkins anymore, she still hasn't left:
"That idiot, he doesn't understand anything."
She was right, Jenkins didn't understand anything, or didn't want to.