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Cain let me go to held his stomach from laughing so hard.
This was my first time seeing him laughed like there was no tomorrow.
His laughter was like soothing melodies playing in my ears.
So even the cold, a thousand years paralyze facial muscle man can laugh like this.
At this moment, I didn’t mind doing something stupid or say something ridiculous just to see him laugh like this again.
“Leanna… I don’t care if you’re a masochist or a sadist.”
Cain forced himself to collect his calm after a moment of losing his cool.
I felt his hand trembled, resting on my shoulders. He was still apparently trying to held his laughter.
“If you’re going to be a masochist, then I’ll be your sadist. If you’re going to be a sadist, then I’ll be your masochist.”
He grabbed both of my hands and intertwined our fingers before he kissed my forehead.
“Like this… we are perfect for each other.”
We lost ourselves in our little dreamland, forgetting entirely that little Pluffy was still stranded on the sofa – whimpering. Giving up on trying to jump down as he contented to just play dead instead.
“Cain…… Tell me why you were labeled as asexual…”
Cain stopped running his fingers through my hair.
After we took a bath, we turned off the lights, and snuggled ourselves to bed.
We were lying facing each other. My face resting on his chest, my hand on his waist while his hand was caressing my hair as our legs intertwined, refusing to be apart from now on.
“Hmm… I think it was that time when my father became sickly, and I was training to take over our business.”
“How old were you at that time?”
I seized a gasped from escaping my mouth. I felt somewhat uncomfortable and regretted asking the question weighing in my mind ever since the start of our relationship.
Cain just chuckled and continued.
“It wasn’t a secret that the Fay’s entire family fortune will rest on my shoulders. Although father… has a brother… uncle Hardin is not married and doesn’t have an heir.”
I noticed that when Cain spoke of his family, his usual sharp voice would turn mellow and soft. It was evident that he loves his family.
It was rare to hear him speak so many words, so I just let him. It was like a lullaby – his voice. Soft and soothing.
“I don’t know how many times I was poisoned, drugged and schemed at, and women did most of it. If not for August, Russell’s father, I would have ended up dead or lost everything to those scheming people. I develop a sense of disgust and loathing towards women ever since.”
His voice was calm and flat, yet I could still hear the bitterness in them.
I didn’t know what to say.
I was not good with words, and I was clueless on how to comfort people.
“Then how did you even fell in love with me if you loathe women in the first place?” I jokingly said instead, trying to lighten the mood.
Cain held my chin and seriously stared at my eyes.
As if being hypnotized, I couldn’t avert my gaze.
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