Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

"Jessica, are you angry?"

"Get away from me! Don't touch me!"

"I didn't do it on purpose. That guy just stood behind the door without saying a word, like an idiot. To be honest, I felt wronged."

"What are you complaining about?"

"Because of him, I've been framed for murder for no reason, and I might even be wanted by the police. Don't you think I'm being wronged?"

"You deserve it!"

Jessica's pretty face was as cold as ice, clearly she was genuinely angry.

The psychologist, such a gentle and kind person, was ruined because Gray was rude, strong, and didn't knock before opening the door. As a result, the victim's body was mutilated and covered in soot, and they didn't even know where to start collecting the remains after cremation.

Gray frowned, somewhat annoyed.

He knew that girls were generally willful, so he was willing to set aside his noble status to coax them.

But we've already been coaxing her for two or three minutes, and she's still acting all high and mighty. What's the meaning of that? Is she taking advantage of our favor?

The "fairy girl" thing must be severely punished!

"I may have made mistakes, but didn't you make any? If you hadn't gone three whole months without coming to see me, would I have been so anxious to see you? If I hadn't been so anxious, would I have pushed the door open with so much force? Would the psychiatrist still be alive?!"

Gray snorted twice, then issued his ultimatum: "Ultimately, Jessica, you're the root of all this trouble! You're a femme fatale! I'm giving you one last chance. Will you forgive me?"

"I won't forgive you, I'll never forgive you in this lifetime!"

Jessica was furious when she saw that he not only showed no remorse but also tried to shift the blame onto her.

Gray nodded casually: "Fine, then you can stay angry, I'll take a couple of pecks first."

Jessica: "..."

Five minutes later, the two left the clinic hand in hand, leaving a long trail of footprints on the snow-covered street.

Jessica's pretty face was gloomy, and she occasionally flicked her right hand, glaring at Gray with murderous intent.

Gray didn't care at all, and every now and then he would go over and nibble on her, leaving Jessica with no chance to complain.

Unable to win, arguing was useless, and resistance only excited Gray for no reason. Faced with this almost unsolvable situation, Jessica dejectedly thought—it would be better to die.

"If you want me to forgive you, give me some money."

After much deliberation, Jessica decided that continuing the stalemate would do her no good. She thought it would be better to fight for compensation for the deceased psychiatrist, which would at least make things a little easier for his family.

"card number."

Without a word, Gray transferred all the remaining balance to Jessica's account. He didn't know exactly how much it was, but he and Mindy had split the spoils 30/70 before, so it should be enough to make Jessica happy.

"Two...two million?"

Jessica stared at Gray, mouth agape, incredulous. "Are you crazy? This is a whole two million dollars! You just gave it to me without even asking what I'm going to do with it?"

"Is it necessary? Would you ask such a pointless question if you threw a penny to a beggar on the street?"

Gray frowned in displeasure, feeling that Jessica was being too stingy, haggling over even a penny, and that it was a bit embarrassing for him.

"..."

Okay, you're rich, so what?

For the sake of the two million, Jessica gritted her teeth and forced a smile, choosing to forgive the bastard.

Anyway, he's already been kissed, so he can't possibly turn himself in. The psychologist's death was indeed unjust, but at least his family received a substantial compensation, which is already the best possible outcome.

Of course, it's impossible to use all two million for compensation.

Jessica plans to pay compensation based on 200% of the average annual salary in New York City, multiplied by the remaining earnings from her labor. The amount would be around $650,000, enough for a family of three to live comfortably for half a lifetime.

Having resolved a troublesome matter, the girl's mood improved considerably, and the worry between her brows disappeared.

To put it bluntly, the psychiatrist was just a stranger he'd met twice, compared to Gray, whom he'd also met twice...

There was absolutely no intention to favor anyone.

Jessica genuinely believes that $65 is indeed a huge sum. Many superheroes who accidentally kill civilians don't even mention it, choosing to simply turn a blind eye. Compensation? Not a single cent.

With the conflict resolved, the two quickly reconciled, and their affection level immediately skyrocketed. Gray, who had been a little embarrassed to act recklessly just now, now that he had won the girl's favor, his lust swelled dozens of times over.

Two million was well spent.

"What are you doing!"

Jessica shuddered and looked down in disbelief. This guy always managed to do something unexpected, either leaving her speechless or driving her crazy.

Autistic tendencies seemed to be nonexistent in his presence.

"Shh, keep your voice down, there are people everywhere!"

Gray, feeling guilty, glanced around and secretly withdrew his hands, which were still warm to the touch.

"You still know the streets are full of people..."

Jessica's face flushed red, her chest heaved violently, and she even stammered, "I'm warning you, don't mess around again! Otherwise, I'll really get angry!" After saying that, she hurriedly pulled her rolled-up shirt down forcefully.

"It's impossible not to do something reckless. Who told you to stand me up three months ago? You've already lost my trust." Gray said earnestly, "Jessica, as the saying goes, a short pain is worse than a long one. That psychologist was right when he said something: don't put yourself on too tight a nerve. If you're too tight, you'll easily hurt yourself."

"..."

This isn't just a hint; it's a blatant declaration that they're about to unleash the real deal!

Jessica swallowed hard, her palms sweating with nervousness as she anxiously tried to figure out how to get through this ordeal.

Last time I was kidnapped, it took a lot of effort to escape. This time the situation is obviously more serious; I might be raped... What should I do? What should I do...?

The pressure Jessica was under at that moment was so great that she broke out in a sweat and her heart was pounding faster than ever before.

Forget about being bad at communicating with people, having autistic tendencies, or anxiety disorders. You can't be forced, you absolutely cannot be forced!

Got it!

"Grey... baby, if you truly like me, you should be more patient and give me more time. For example, we could start as ordinary friends..." Seeing Grey's displeasure, Jessica quickly took back her half-bowl of tea and carefully smiled apologetically, "Starting as boyfriend and girlfriend is fine too! Sleeping together is inevitable! But... I think the most important thing for two people together is a connection on a spiritual level!"

What do you think?

Gray chuckled, grabbed her hand, and headed towards the hotel by the roadside: "I think we should cut to the chase."

"Wait, wait, wait!"

Jessica tried to salvage the situation: "Actually, I've already fallen in love with you, really, hopelessly! It's just that this feeling needs some time to develop, three days... no, half a day, okay? If that doesn't work, an hour will do!"

There was no response; Gray was like a cold, hard-working machine, only interested in getting things done.

Jessica cried out in a tearful voice:

"Grey, do you know how incredibly difficult these past few months have been without you? I can't help but think of you almost every night!"

"I can feel it! My heart is racing for you! My emotions are surging with yours! Just wait a moment for me to get going, and I'll become even crazier than you!"

"And all you need to do is give me a mere ten minutes to calm down!"

The moment Jessica saw the bed, she lost all sense of shame; as long as she could avoid lying on it, everything was fine.

"Okay, okay, ten minutes it is. Is that enough time for a shower? Do you want more time?"

This shower of compliments truly made Gray incredibly happy.

It was clear that she had misunderstood Jessica. The girl wasn't lacking in aesthetic sense; she was just too shy and didn't know how to express herself properly.

What I'm saying now is undoubtedly my true thoughts. No wonder it sounds so pleasing to the ear, every word seems precious, every sentence heartfelt, and all my true feelings are revealed in my heart.

However, there was one thing Gray felt he needed to correct before starting work.

"I really like... cough cough, Jessica. Although your idea is excellent, and I especially encourage you to love me like crazy, but... how should I put it, one should still have some self-awareness. You are, more or less, a bit narcissistic."

I must admit it! I am indeed so outstanding that I can easily make women swoon, and even create the illusion that I might like her.

It's not really your fault. To be honest, even 12-year-old Youyou would feel like growing up overnight if she saw me. It's normal and perfectly reasonable for you to fall hopelessly in love with me.

But you can't expect me to respond; that would be too greedy. At most, I'll promise you that for the rest of my life, I'll give it to you once a year. How does that sound?

After hearing this, Jessica's brain stopped working. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but her brain hurt whenever she tried to think. What, once a year, is it Egg Day?