Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 63, Section 20: Their initial concept of love was their starting point.

Loris sat on the table with her head down.

He Ye remained silent, pursing her lips.

The black-clad waiter standing in front of them had a smile on his face.

"Hello, you two. Would you be willing to answer our questions? We would appreciate a small gift for you. We hope you will participate in this interactive activity."

As soon as the black-clad waiter finished speaking, He Ye stiffly raised his head and met his gaze.

He thought to himself that this wasn't a question of whether to answer or not, but whether he would be able to see the sun the next day after answering.

&#&%……He Ye sighed and gave up.

"Uh...you two?"

The two remained silent, leaving the waiter utterly bewildered. Although he was adept at reading people, this situation couldn't possibly be...
"Aren't you two a couple?"

What a trigger point!
He Ye understood that this statement was no less sensational than the explosion of Ivan the Great on the beach. He quickly turned to look at Loris's expression. As the leader, she was responsible for dealing with the current situation—after all, he couldn't understand the girl's sense of shame and dared not speculate!
Loris looked flustered. She knew that if her fake identity was exposed, it would cause trouble. After all, the target she was tracking was still there, and refusing would cause her disguise to fall apart.

Unable to attract any more attention, they had no choice but to act quickly.

So Loris bit her lip, her cheeks flushed, and tremblingly picked up the mask.

He Ye was right earlier. As long as you wear a mask, no one will recognize you. There's no other way; this is all the price we have to pay to catch the spy.

Take a deep breath.

A beautiful and light silver mask, covering the upper half of Lolis's face, was worn. He Ye read the meaning in her action and thought to himself, "She is indeed righteous and awe-inspiring."

So he picked up the mask, put it on, and prepared for a do-or-die battle.

To be honest, the mask felt familiar. If only I had a yellow guitar on hand, I might be able to improvise a performance and fool these members.

"what is the problem?"

Loris gritted her teeth and squeezed out the question, word by word.

The waiter had never seen such an odd couple before, and after a long dodge of words, he finally managed to give a dry retelling of the question.

The host, who was in control of the situation, sensed something was wrong and quickly walked over to see what was going on. If he found a cheating mistress and her partner there, it would be troublesome!

Fortunately, by the time he arrived, the group had already returned to normal.

It doesn't seem to be what I imagined.

"What do you like about the other person..." The black-clad waiter was intimidated by Loris's aura and asked, shrinking back.

This is a common question in relationships. After all, if you like someone, you can definitely say what attracts you to them – their personality, their appearance, or even the long, slender fingers turning the pages of a book can be a moment that makes your heart flutter.

It's a pity.

Let alone liking each other, He Ye and Lolis are not even close. Strictly speaking, they have only known each other for two or three days. As for why they don't take the timeline back to their first meeting—hey friend, this question can't be explored any further!
In short, they were destined to be enemies.

So there's no doubt that this problem stumped Loris.

She looked at He Ye with a strange expression, seemingly trying to figure out what attracted him to her. Since she had decided to speak first, He Ye remained silent, wondering how she would praise him.

After all, things you like are definitely things that deserve praise.

Lorris: "The way he eats...is very natural."

Loris turned her face away and said with difficulty, her hand on her forehead. Her thoughtful reply left He Ye speechless, and the two hosts and waiters next to her exchanged bewildered glances.

The way you eat looks very natural?
What? You're dating a dog?

After Lorice finished speaking, she didn't intend to say anything more. The masks they wore prevented the surrounding members from knowing their true faces, including Miss Mia. She had seen the two of them before, but they had only spent ten minutes together, and besides, there was a certain distance between them.

Of course, this doesn't apply to other "familiar" people.

You can tell just by looking at the light blonde hair on the back of the chair.

Draco frowned, wondering if the two were really having an affair. But if so, the news seemed even more explosive.

Rory and Riley exchanged a knowing glance, which lessened the awkwardness of their earlier awkwardness. Of course, Rory would never tarnish Loris's reputation, so Riley was simply trying to read his expression.

He was trying not to laugh.

"Haha." Rayleigh laughed so hard he was shaking with gusto.

The focus shifts back.

Heye: "..."

He looked at Loris, who was avoiding his gaze across from him. The girl was taking a deep breath and trying to calm herself down. Well, well, she had done her best because of her shyness.

The waiter in black and the host also looked at He Ye, and could only look at him, since he hadn't answered yet. They shouldn't make things difficult for the young woman with her flushed cheeks any longer.

"Well, your girlfriend isn't willing to reply with more words. It seems like this is a very naive and innocent relationship."

The waiter in black forced a smile and gave a slight bow:

"Then I'd like to ask you a few more words about the same question—what do you like about her?"

He Ye had no reason to launch into a long speech; a swift resolution was their shared goal.

With his mind racing, He Ye knew he should gloss over this point, but he couldn't just cite some unfounded merits; he needed to provide concrete, tangible evidence.

Recall the place that left the deepest impression on you.

He Ye pondered for a moment and commented:
"Your hair is very well maintained."

Excellent, a flawless and perfectly measured answer!

Loris's face seemed to flush even more unintentionally, but thankfully she didn't glare at her with murderous intent. Logically, this should have ended the interrogation, but unfortunately, the host raised an eyebrow and glanced at his watch.

Wow! Forget two minutes of delay, it wasn't even 30 seconds! This couple answered so fast! Couldn't they have added a bit more romance? That way, their relationship would blossom and my mission would be accomplished—a win-win situation!
The host's heart sank; he had no choice but to press on.

"Besides that?" the host squeezed forward and asked, "Although she seems a bit young and has some flaws, such as the current social trend that breast size affects marital relationships, what's your opinion on that?"

?

What kind of question is this, bro?

This is going to kill He Ye.

"Um... wait, I didn't understand your question." He Ye rubbed his head, looking exasperated.

Are you satisfied with her appearance? After all, the two people in a relationship will be spending their days together in the future.

The host asked in a deep voice, a question that could be the subject of a long discussion no matter how you look at it.

Loris looks quite young, and in today's society, men are drawn to beautiful women with a mature charm.

Judging from her appearance, He Ye should be a better, more mature girlfriend.

Therefore, two points can be derived from this.

The man stated that he did not value her appearance but loved her soul. Such a sincere expression of emotion could easily fill a hundred words, and it would be fine to delay for two minutes.

But for He Ye, what kind of exploration of the soul is worth his deep love?

That leaves only one more point that can be extended.

He Ye liked her youthful breasts.

Realizing this, He Ye's expression became incredibly tense. This was no less than having to denigrate what he had always believed in! —Although he never believed in any god and was a staunch atheist, this was incomparable!
Should I refuse to answer?

But with everyone watching, they couldn't let their fake relationship be exposed. If the waiter asked them to leave and take back their masks, Miss Mia would undoubtedly see through their true intentions!

"Hmm... so how will you answer?"

The host pressed on with another question, and the atmosphere had already cooled down for about seven or eight seconds. This was supposed to be a segment setting the stage for their falling in love, so they couldn't let the atmosphere really cool down.

He Ye was filled with complex emotions, and in the end, all he could do was sigh.

Just like pretending to be a couple, the words spoken could naturally be pre-arranged lies in his mind. After mentally suggesting it to himself, he could easily overcome this mental hurdle. So He Ye sighed, then looked up and coughed twice:

"Yes, liking someone naturally means liking everything about them. Even though everyone has flaws, as long as you are tolerant, you can discover the other side beneath those flaws."

"For example, it can be very frustrating to be with a partner who is simple and honest for a long time because they lack their own opinions. But if you change your perspective, you can also understand it as them listening to everything you say and putting you first. There are very few people in the world who revolve around you like that. Some planets observed in astronomy do not have their own moons, but if you have such a lover, even the planets would be envious."

"Social trends are just the opinions of most people, while love is a matter between two people. As long as the moment when each person's heart is moved is not mixed with hypocrisy, then regardless of poverty or wealth, old age or naivety, if you like someone, that's enough, and it's hard to stop someone from liking you."

He Ye spoke eloquently and skillfully, leaving the members and waiters present in awe. The host was also very satisfied with his answer and couldn't help but applaud.

The time was successfully delayed by most of the time.

But there are still about twenty seconds left... It seems this gentleman wouldn't mind answering one more question. The host thought to himself.

"So you mean you love everything about your companions, right?" he asked.

A fleeting image of a young, undeveloped chest flashed through my mind.

He Ye's cheek twitched at the question, and she told herself again and again that it was a lie, a lie: "Yes..."

"Okay, thank you for your kind words. May the goddess of love, Monica, witness everything." The host shook hands with him and left, moved.

Then the waiter in black left an envelope on the table. It was bulging and seemed different from the previous envelopes.

The two men turned and left, signifying the end of this 'torture'. Immediately afterwards, the club erupted in unprecedented applause. The members were all full of praise, simply because those words were enough to earn such acclaim.

But the two of them were too exhausted and had no time to open the envelope.

On the white table at a candlelight dinner, the flickering candlelight makes it seem as if you can't even see the other person's face clearly.

Lolis's cheeks flushed as she stared at He Ye, about to retort when she realized...

He Ye was somewhat discouraged.

"what happened to you?"

"It's nothing, I'm just sorry to my magazine."

"?..."

Words that are hard to understand.

Fortunately, after a moment, He Ye had composed himself and apologized before Loris could speak:
"I could only go along with what was said just now, and I'm sorry if I made you feel a little embarrassed."

"..." Loris was speechless for a moment.

"Never mind... it's not your fault." She said awkwardly after a few seconds.

Although the two still didn't get along, at least they decided to tacitly agree not to bring up the matter again, which couldn't be blamed on anyone but simply on bad luck.

Moreover, Loris does indeed have some feelings for this guy...

Was this his original view on relationships?

As for He Ye himself?

He crossed his arms and sighed, his opinion of the immature chest unchanged, and even more determined in his heart—he should apologize for going against his heart's desire. If he could, he would shout the truth into the valley, but he couldn't do that. His eyes were filled with melancholy.

If Cupid truly hears his prayers... then grant his wish in the future or the next step.

As their thoughts churned within them.

This "torture-like" yet joyful interaction finally came to an end. The host, dressed in a white suit, pushed the prize box and steadily left the central area.

Then, cherry blossom-colored petals began to fall from the second floor.

Gorgeous.

It was like some kind of pre-arranged opening ceremony.

On stage, a twelve-member symphony orchestra also played a new piece.

The conductor waved his baton with powerful strokes, his movements as if painting a magnificent scene.

In front of him were the musicians responsible for playing the piece.

The violinist's bow moved in unison, and his body swayed with the melody like a flower.
The brass musician's cheeks puffed out as his fingers flew across the keys, the metal tubes reflecting the light.

The moment a timpani player raises his drumsticks to gather power is like the metallic flash of cymbals colliding and hovering in the air.

This is a performance by a symphony orchestra.

The title is written on the score of "Salut D'amour" conducted by the conductor.

Soft and beautiful melodies echoed in the ears of the club members as waiters in black pushed carts away from the surrounding area. The jingling metal bells were the prelude to the ball—a tradition inherited from the court, an entertainment performance after dinner, and an elegant entrance.

An older member straightened his collar and stood up.

That's Sergeant Draco.

"Would you like to dance with me, madam?"

He extended his right hand and looked at Melanie.

He had been looking forward to this club activity for a long time. In order not to disappoint his wife on their seventh wedding anniversary, the dance they shared and the soft melodies so close to his ears would all become the foundation for beautiful memories.

As if inviting his own countess—even though Melanie was just a housewife—the two women walked hand in hand toward the center a few seconds later, arm in arm.

Surrounded by other club members, even those who hadn't yet stood up quickly realized that the dance was about to begin.

Of course, some people are not good at dancing, so they sit in place or watch from the second floor, and this will not be discussed.

He Ye watched this sudden yet natural change quietly. After a while, he picked up the glass of red wine beside him and drank it.

He just wanted to relax and enjoy the view.

My gaze swept around and I realized that the membership fee was the key factor. Then I noticed an older couple holding hands and slowly walking into the dance floor.

This makes it harder to monitor, but it shouldn't be a big deal, right? After all, dancing involves intimate physical contact, not a spiritual connection...

Well, you can't say for sure?

After all, the Western movies I used to watch always expressed their true feelings through dancing.

As He Ye pondered these complex thoughts, he noticed someone approaching.

Officer Rory and Riley.

The two were walking over hand in hand, pretending to be friends. The blonde wavy-haired 'beauty' had a bitter expression on her face, while Officer Rory beside her looked serious, as if she had something on her mind.

"We need to get closer to them and investigate them."

Officer Rory spoke earnestly, because he was referring to the discovery of an intelligence lead—not long ago, the two men were discussing some sensitive topics, and then joined the group of members dancing with their arms around each other's waists.

This is undoubtedly important and must be investigated further; we cannot afford to miss it.

But as soon as she finished speaking, He Ye quickly realized the problem.

A waltz is a dance for two. He turned to look at Loris, clearly indicating that the girl could no longer develop a more intimate relationship, even a sham one, as her face was already as lovely as a rosy apple.

There are four people here.

Clearly, they came over to assign tasks for this mission.

"So you mean, have two people join that waltz-like spectacle? And then, while dancing, get close to them and eavesdrop on their conversation?"

“Yes.” Rory nodded.

Heye: "..."

The group exchanged glances in a silent standoff, feeling as if they were surrounded by enemies.

(End of this chapter)