My older sister is a villainous rich girl

At that moment, he suddenly realized something.

Even in his dreams, he tried his best to convince Chris in front of him to believe in him.

"In some ways, that's really impressive... You even fooled yourself."

She asked casually, "So, what do you like about me?"

"Didn't I tell you about this issue before?"

"It's okay to say it again, isn't it?" she said, raising an eyebrow.

"Or is it that those words didn't come from the heart, so you're unwilling to even simply repeat them?"

Wayne pursed his lips.

He still remembers his answer at the time.

Aside from his most instinctive reaction as a member of the "looks-matter" club, he changed the subject with an infuriating reason like, "I like the way you always get into trouble."

……Yeah.

Did you not answer this question properly, so even your subconscious started to feel uneasy?

While I feel fortunate for my past extreme maneuvers, how many such mistakes have I unknowingly made?

We need to do something to fix this.

That's what he was thinking.

His true feelings were also revealed from his mouth.

"I've always felt that you don't need many reasons to like someone..." he said.

"I like her, it's just the purest kind of liking."

"So, if you want to hear it, I could certainly give you many different reasons, but for now, I still want to say—"

"The reason I like you is simply because I'm attracted to you."

Chris showed neither joy nor relief.

She remained seated sideways on the box.

“Some things are obvious, but they are often counterintuitive,” Chris said.

"For example, loving someone is of course conditional... such things."

Her tone was as calm as a deep pool.

Wayne paused for a moment, then argued, "I don't deny that there are many complicated situations in real life, but I'm just stating my truest thoughts."

—Perhaps these are the thoughts that I usually dare not express to the outside world.

"The purest love is without conditions," he said earnestly.

People might laugh at me.

But what he truly wanted, from beginning to end, was this kind of pure love.

“That’s just your wishful thinking about ‘purity’,” Chris scoffed. “No wonder you were single for over twenty years in your past life.”

Suddenly struck by a violent blow, Wayne's expression twitched.

“Speak properly, don’t resort to personal attacks.” His voice was a little harsher than before.

Chris, however, paid no attention to his feelings and continued speaking to herself: "Do you know why couples often choose movie theaters or haunted houses as dating locations?"

Is it really worth raising such a trivial question so seriously?

"Isn't it because it's easier to get a good deal?"

Faced with Chris's sarcastic remarks, Wayne just wanted to become a contrarian.

However, Chris's composure was noticeably stronger in the dream, and she didn't take Wayne's deliberately distorted answer to heart.

"This is what's known as the suspension bridge effect..."

She patiently explained, "When someone is walking across a suspension bridge with bated breath, and then looks up and sees someone of the opposite sex, it's easy for them to develop feelings for them."

"The heart-pounding excitement caused by being on a suspension bridge can be mistaken by people as a reaction to seeing one's destined soulmate."

Wayne frowned and said, "Are you saying that my liking for Chris is also because of the suspension bridge effect?"

"No... what I mean is that 'the feeling of being moved' can be deceiving."

Chris looked at his face. "What you think is 'pure' affection is just you deceiving yourself."

That's not how it works.

Wayne didn't say anything.

Chris jumped off the wooden crate and reached out to brush off non-existent dust from her skirt.

"Your initial 'liking' for Chris was ultimately just enjoying the feeling of being depended on by her, which led to a strong possessiveness towards her, wasn't it?" she said with a light laugh.

"Now ask yourself again, is your 'liking' for Chris really pure?"

In some ways, she might be right.

Wayne could only respond with silence.

Seeing that he remained silent, Chris continued to add fuel to the fire:

"Calm down and think about it carefully."

"Even if the person who has been with you these past few years wasn't this Chris, but another Chris..."

"You'd probably feel the same way about her, wouldn't you?"

Her voice was soft and persuasive.

"wrong!"

Wayne, as if he had finally found her weakness, retorted loudly, "If it weren't for Chris, I wouldn't like her!"

If I really had to say...

He actually liked her a lot, and he couldn't easily fall for someone else.

I like the way she's so insecure and constantly asking me for love.

I also really like how she, despite not being entirely honest, always manages to subtly reveal her dependence on me in certain details.

Although he inevitably felt guilty, he also enjoyed it.

If it weren't for Chris, he wouldn't have been able to feel this unique connection that belonged only to her...

A timid yet gentle affection.

Like a cute little kitten full of curiosity and fear about the outside world.

When it lets down its guard and extends its pink little paws to be petted, no one can refuse, right?

"You're so stubborn." Chris's smile finally faded in the dream.

“This isn’t stubbornness,” Wayne said, emphasizing each word. “It’s because I understand myself.”

"Even if my feelings are truly deceiving, I'm happy to accept it."

"As long as... what I feel from it is real, that's enough."

Pure or impure.

—At least, this feeling of being moved is real.

However, the person next to him did not receive his determination at all.

"A bit boring."

Chris's expression turned cold.

"I thought you could bring me some surprises, but in reality you're just a boring person."

...So, when you can't win an argument with me, you resort to other means of psychological attack?

"I have no obligation to please you in my life," he said coldly.

"You're not the Chris I like at all."

He had no doubt about this judgment.

Seeing Wayne's determined expression, she sighed and shook her head.

“A genuine attraction?” She lost interest in talking to him.

Is it like this?

The moment she finished speaking, Wayne's expression changed.

A surge of excitement, stronger than ever before, swept over her, as if the organ called "heart" had betrayed the brain's commands and completely lost control with her words.

Wayne clutched his chest in pain.

Chapter 248: Is this feeling of being moved due to the influence of the setting?

When you feel attracted to a girl, does it stem from physical sensations or a deep emotional connection?

Wayne clenched his teeth and collapsed to the ground, his limbs limp.

"Thump...thump thump..."

Even my eardrums felt wave after wave of vibrations coming from my heart.

The joy and desire against his will kept assaulting his brain, almost overwhelming his reason, and his consciousness began to gradually blur.

What exactly happened?

He didn't realize that his desire for "Chris" was so strong as to be uncontrollable.

even--

Even the real Chris never did it.

Because such emotions surged so intensely, what followed was an indescribable sense of disgust.

How disgusting.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Wayne's temples.

"Who...are you?"

If it's a dream, why does this pain feel so real?

"Me? I'm Chris."

She blinked her eyes brightly, walked up to Wayne, and squatted down, hugging her knees, to look at him.

"How is it?" That face, as beautiful as ever, smiled with a wicked grin.

"You really like this feeling, don't you?"

"..."

Looking at his own face, which he knew all too well, Wayne felt a deep sense of powerlessness wash over him.

No, I need to wake up quickly.

Such a dream is very abnormal.

He tried, as he would occasionally do before, to manipulate the development of the dream.

Sweat dripped down Wayne's forehead.

"Ok?"

Chris seemed to sense something and looked up at the sky.

Then, she lowered her head again and asked him, "What, you don't like it after all?"

"Although it might disappoint you, this 'heart-fluttering' feeling actually stems from the influence of the [setting], you know?" She reached out and patted Wayne's head.

"The protagonist's halo is such an unreasonable thing... If you don't believe it, why don't you go and try it on the original female protagonist, Tasia?"

This time, Chris was unusually encouraging him.

Wien seized the opportunity and suddenly reached out his right hand to grab hers.