My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

Chapter 114 is not cute at all

Wayne turned his head away.

Leaning against the door was Miss Ge Li's pleasing figure.

Summer uniforms aren't as fully covered up as winter uniforms, but overall, the style of uniforms at the academy tends to be conservative.

I miss the JK pleated skirt from my past life — what a pity.

Wayne glanced at it briefly before looking away.

"If I were to describe my emotional journey just now, it would be from ordinary happiness to very happy, then to slightly less happy, and finally back to ordinary happiness."

"—Your inner world is truly sensitive and delicate."

It's unclear whether the evaluation given by Ge Li was praise or criticism.

In short, I took everything I heard as praise.

"So, what brings you here?" Wayne asked.

She couldn't believe that Miss Ge Li had just happened to come to this rooftop classroom, which was usually deserted.

She remained silent for a while.

As if he had made up his mind, Ge Li suddenly strode into the classroom and closed the door behind him.

And it locks the door with extreme skill.

Wayne: ? ? ?

He panicked, "W-what are you doing!"

A man and a woman alone in a room—it seems like a necessary scenario for something unspeakable to happen.

If someone takes a liking to you, should you refuse, give in halfway, or just go for it?

—I'd better refuse. I'm not that kind of man.

Ge Li pursed his lips tightly, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

Wayne gazed at her, trying his best to convey his encouragement with gentle eyes.

come on!

I'm ready to bear the sins that a handsome man must shoulder! Please don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower!

She finally said, "Because I have something very important to ask you."

"Hmm." Wayne nodded, gesturing for her to speak.

"You one"

She hesitated for a long time before whispering, "Actually, is it the type of guy I like?"

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Wayne felt himself cracking open.

"—Huh?" He couldn't believe what he had just heard.

"I wanted to ask if you—like boys."

She looked away, somewhat embarrassed, and her voice grew softer and softer.

"After all, you're always by Prince Richard's side. If you like boys, it will be very troublesome for me."

Wayne was so angry he laughed.

He stood up, grabbed Ge Li's wrist, and roughly pulled her close to him, asking in a deep voice, "Do you think I like boys? Hmm?"

He felt his dignity as a man had been challenged, and suddenly felt a strong urge to humiliate her.

but.

When their eyes met, Wayne saw the light in her eyes that she tried to dodge.

It does not contain any mocking or sarcastic expression.

Instead, it was as if—she was about to cry at any moment.

She must be really troubled.

The thought involuntarily popped into my mind.

As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, Wayne snapped back to reality.

Realizing this, he immediately released her and took a few steps back.

"----Feel sorry."

"I'm getting really frustrated with this issue lately."

Wayne also turned his face away, avoiding eye contact with her.

However, he couldn't help but glance at her from the corner of his eye.

However, Ge Li did not react to his apology.

She slowly and somewhat dazedly lowered the hand that had just been lifted up, while her other hand instinctively rested on the spot where she had been gripped so tightly.

"So, what's the answer?"

—How persistent you are.

Wayne retorted irritably, "Impossible! I only like girls, especially pretty girls!"

'

That's good."

Yes, your Prince Richard is safe, isn't that good?

However, if it were the old Miss Kareem, she would probably sarcastically admit that she was shallow.

Hmph, not cute at all.

He sat back down at the piano, ignoring her still standing there blankly, and continued playing as if no one else was there.

However, the melody was no longer the light and cheerful tune it had been before; instead, it was a steady and unchanging etude.

not like this.

I didn't come here with the initial intention of developing to this point.

But I couldn't bring myself to say it.

The atmosphere had become so tense; how could she possibly ask him again if she could hear the piece he played for Prince Lawrence?

Ge Li thought to himself that he had messed everything up.

Do I really understand the person playing the piano right now?

She couldn't help but have doubts.

This person sometimes seems innocent and adorably silly.

Especially when he laughs, it's so pure, as if you can see right through his heart.

But what lies behind that smile?

If he doesn't tell anyone, no one will know, right?

It's like, if he hadn't told me, I might never have known that he played the piano so well.

I used to think he was stupid, but he must be incredibly smart.

Even though he seemed to be offering advice with great enthusiasm, upon careful reflection, did he ever bring up the topic of himself in front of me?

Not even once.

Every conversation was either about himself and Richard, or about Chris, or he was indulging in his random, wild imaginations.

Did he ever tell the truth?

Has he become accustomed to pretending in front of me?

I had originally thought that I should at least be considered a friend.

Oh----

She gave a slightly self-deprecating smile.

Why am I sad about this result?

Isn't this just common sense?

The Edgeworth and Winchester families are mortal enemies, so even if he's always on guard against me, it's a sign of maturity.

In particular, they easily and unilaterally gained my trust without me even realizing it.

I was the big fool who was completely fooled by him.

He must have been very proud of himself when he saw how he had been fooled because he trusted him.

Perhaps, the fierce and unfamiliar figure he appeared to be just moments ago was his true, hidden side.

Ge Li simply stood there, lost in thought.

They wept silently.

The melody in my ears stopped.

"How am I supposed to play the piano if you keep crying here?" he sighed.

He stood up again, walked to her, bowed his head, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I deeply regret my previous rudeness. I have realized my mistake and have reflected on it. Please, esteemed and beautiful Miss Ge Li, grant me a chance to reform myself. I promise I will never do it again!"

"Don't cry, don't cry."

However, the more comforted one receives from the person involved, the stronger the feeling of grievance becomes, and the more tears flow.

The apology was delivered so fluently and naturally, as if it had been rehearsed countless times.

He must have often used that gentle tone to cheer Chris up.