Become a matchmaker in otome games

Chapter 430 Slap
The next day, when Felisa saw Vincent, his eyes were falling on the endless sky, lost in thought, not knowing what he was thinking.

Felisa didn't bother.

Being alone is very important to anyone, and Vincent didn't want to be interrupted at the moment.

Instead, Vincent came back to his senses first, and looked at Felisa: "Standing there for so long, aren't you tired?"

Felisa made a joke: "Don't you know that people who are thinking can't be disturbed, otherwise they will be easily scared to death."

Regarding such words, Vincent expressed a slight disapproval.

He heard Felisa's footsteps before she approached. If this can scare him, maybe it would be better for him to choose to die earlier. People with too low vigilance will not live long in his world. .

"Come and show me," Vincent spread his hands and smiled provocatively at Felisa, "show me what you call sober and transparent."

"It's fine if you've heard about Safi's preference for me." Safi said that and let it go. It would be arrogant for her to praise herself like this, and Felisa also thinks that she is still far from being sober and transparent.

Vincent laughed at her self-knowledge.

"But if it's just a chat with you, that's really enough." Felisa dragged a chair and sat down in front of Vincent, "Mind if I ask, what happened when you met Miss Kress the situation?"

"Mind." Vincent replied quickly.

This is boring. Vincent is not here to do psychological counseling, but to fight against psychological counseling.

However, this situation is also very common. Many people go to see a psychiatrist not necessarily voluntarily, but are forced to go, well, just like Vincent, they will subconsciously raise a defensive wall in their hearts, use their own The method of confrontation with the psychiatrist, but it is not bad to close the atrium and attack with words, and there are many psychiatrists who are attacked by the counselor.

"Since the teacher doesn't want to say it, let me guess." Felisa was not annoyed. How to make the consultants trust them is also one of the compulsory courses. "Since you can bring the news back, you should be I met Miss Kress, maybe I should say congratulations to you."

The congratulations were a bit harsh.

He sneered and said, "Even if you attack me when you meet, is that something worthy of congratulations?"

"Congratulations indeed," Felisa nodded, "at least she is willing to give you emotional feedback."

People who really don't care will only deal with things business-like.

It's not that Vincent doesn't understand this kind of thing, but he still really cares about it.

"It's just because Azalez gave her an order, needless to say."

Hearing this tone, he really cared enough.

Not wholeheartedly, is not it.

"For you, are there only two options, none and all?" Felisa asked, "Is there no middle value at all?"

"What do you want to say?"

"I think, for Miss Kress, it is true to be ordered, and it is true to care about you. These are not in conflict."

People who don't have a heart don't care so much. Kress obviously has a grudge against Vincent, and she called directly without saying a word. Obviously, she didn't want to be reasonable but purely lost her temper.

It's not that Vincent doesn't understand this truth.

"It's useless," he shook his head. "Miss Felisa, this little concern won't solve anything at all. She will still abandon me."

Felisa asked softly: "Perhaps in her eyes, you abandoned her."

Vincent was taken aback.

He feels guilty towards Kress, isn't it because he stabbed Kress in the back.

Perhaps in the eyes of Kress, he is the one who has no heart.

He both resented Kress's carelessness and felt guilty for what he had done.

But in the final analysis, he has nothing to criticize Kress. Kress chose the demon race, just like he chose the human race.

Each pays the price for his choice.

"You're right," Vincent let out a sigh of relief, and his whole body was visibly let go, "Maybe I should let go of this relationship."

This is not what Phylliss wants to see.

Only when Vincent mentioned Kress was a little bit of a lively human being, what was left of him after cutting off his relationship with Kress.

Felisa got up suddenly, walked forward quickly, and before Vincent could react, she slapped him hard.

With Vincent's ability, he shouldn't have received this slap, but he was a little restless at the moment, so he was slapped just right.

Vincent's entire face was deflected by Felisa.

Felisa turned her back, shook her hand, and gasped secretly—it hurt so badly.

He paused slightly, and raised his eyes from his loose hair. Felisa clearly felt the murderous intent.

Her face was slightly pale, but she still looked directly at Vincent without taking a step back. The murderous aura was only for a moment, and soon faded away.

"No one has dared to slap me in the face since I was 12 years old." Vincent straightened his back, with a slap on his face, and looked at Felisa with a half-smile, "You are really brave. "

"After all, you can't do anything to me." Felisa said with a smile.

Vincent also laughed, and then there was a flower in front of Felisa's eyes. When she regained her senses, a dagger with a cold light was placed on Felisa's neck.

His hand was steady, the blade was only a hair away from Felisa's skin, and Felisa could clearly feel the cold air coming from the blade.

Felisa shuddered slightly.

From the outside, Felisa was unscathed, but this kind of psychological pressure is not something ordinary people can bear.

Her throat moved up and down, as if to swallow all the fear in her heart.

Then, the knife was retracted, but Felisa was still stunned, unable to move.

Vincent didn't seem to be surprised by her state, he walked around Felisa with a smile.

"Miss Felisa," he sat back on the chair and looked at Felisa leisurely, "I really can't do anything to you, but I can do anything to you."

This sentence seemed to have lifted Felisa's restraint. She took a deep breath, staggered back a few steps, and held onto the table.

"It's really, a special experience." She tried hard to complete a sentence, but found that she couldn't even draw the corners of her mouth.

She had never been so close to death, as long as Vincent wanted to, he could have cut off her head just now.

Vincent could tell at a glance that Felisa was trying to be brave.

"I have to praise you," Vincent said slowly, "you are brave, at least you can stand."

He had seen too many people. After being threatened so personally by him, their legs couldn't support their bodies at all, and they collapsed to the ground. Although Felisa held on to the table, she was standing anyway.

(End of this chapter)