Medea walked quickly through the woods.
At first her face turned cold, just to scare Ask, and even when she cried later, she did it on purpose for him to see.
After all, succubi have an almost instinctive racial talent in understanding men's psychology and performance.
However, for some reason, after completely walking out of Ask's sight, he couldn't stop crying.
It was like a small flood that broke through a dam and gradually could no longer be contained - it turned into miserable howling.
So Ask, why didn't you catch up
Arriving at the small lake in the woods, Medea, who had been crying until she was hoarse, stopped sobbing, silently squatted down with her knees hugged, and without caring about the muddy ground, she sat down sadly and buried her face between her knees.
So, what am I crying for
It’s so embarrassing…
She tried hard to wipe away the tears on her face, but she couldn't wipe them away completely. More tears were still falling. So Medea scooped up a handful of clear water from the lake and washed her entire face.
Okay, now no one can tell that I'm crying.
Medea sniffed in grievance, staring blankly at her reflection on the lake, and then she heard Sidlifa's voice behind her:
"Medea?"
"Sidlifa?" Medea tried to stand up in a panic, but almost fell.
"Are you crying?" Sidlifa stared at her face.
"No, I mean..." Medea took a deep breath, "There's sand in my eyes, and I can't get it out. It's very uncomfortable."
"That must be a very bad grain of sand." Sidlifa said seriously.
Medea: …
She couldn't understand whether Sidlifa was referring to something or just saying it casually.
"Mind if I sit next to you?" Sidlifa asked.
Medea shook her head.
So Sidlifa sat down beside her, hugged her knees like her, and looked silently at the other side of the lake.
The two girls watched the scenery in silence. After about ten minutes, Sidlifa suddenly asked in a low voice:
"Medea, what does it feel like to like someone?"
"Hmm." Medea thought for a long time and said, "It's probably that feeling... of being stabbed in the softest part of your heart. As long as he goes a little deeper, you will bleed profusely."
"Then, won't it hurt?" Sidlifa asked in surprise.
"Yes." Medea hugged her knees tightly unconsciously. "It hurts a lot. Even the strongest person can't help crying."
"I see." Sidlifa said dimly.
After a few minutes she said:
"I can probably understand the pain you're talking about. It's really painful."
"Oh." Medea didn't look at her. She just continued to stare at the lake and said, "You like the captain too?"
"Yeah." Sidlifa picked up a stone from the side and threw it into the lake, causing ripples.
“When did it happen?” Medea thought she would be angry, but in the end, she felt nothing at all… Anyway, there were already enough women who liked that scumbag.