【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

"My dear wife, which one do you like better, me or my brother?"

"Wife, have you and your brother ever done anything like this?"

"You know what? I wanted to do this the night we got married." His voice was as soft as a feather, brushing against my ear. His eyes were full of sincerity, making it impossible for me to doubt the sincerity in his words.

"My wife..."

"Wife..." Then, he gently placed my hand on his chest, letting me feel his rapid heartbeat. "Wife... you know? It's beating for you," he said affectionately. His eyes were filled with anticipation, awaiting my response. "Do you feel it, Wife? It's beating for you."

I watched him, both shy and bold, and a warm feeling welled up in my heart. Finally, I nodded slightly, and his eyes instantly lit up with joy. He leaned in again, slowly closed his eyes, and gently kissed me on the lips. This time, the kiss was no longer furtive, but full of tenderness and determination.

After the kiss ended, he looked at me nervously, waiting for my reaction. But I didn't react.

A hint of uneasiness crossed his face, as if he was worried that my silence might mean rejection. He tightened his grip slightly, but didn't dare use too much force, fearing I might be offended.

"You... don't like it?" He asked cautiously, his voice trembling. I shook my head slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by confusion.

"Then you..." His eyes flashed with eager anticipation, awaiting my response. I remained silent, my heart swirling with emotion, unsure how to respond. In truth, I wasn't sure what my answer should be. Even less sure if I should tell the truth. And I didn't know what I should say, what I could say if I didn't speak directly.

Seeing I didn't react, he grew increasingly anxious. "Tell me, do you like me more, or my brother?" His voice trembled slightly, a hint of unease.

I was stunned.

His eyes were fixed on my face, filled with an anxious search, as if he was longing for an answer that would put him at ease. However, I just stared at him quietly, my lips tightly pressed together, unwilling to utter a single word.

He frowned slightly, confusion filling his eyes like smoke. "Why don't you answer me? Is this question really so difficult to decide?" There was a subtle tremor in his voice, a sign of anxiety gripping him.

I gently lowered my eyelids, my gaze fixed on the vague space between us. My mind raced with thoughts, but those complex emotions seemed sealed away in an unreachable corner, unable to be expressed in words. It wasn't that I wasn't sure who I preferred, but I knew clearly that my answer would contradict his expectations. So, I chose silence.

He observed my silence, his eyes gradually dimming. He slowly loosened his grip on my hand, a slight movement that seemed to take away all the warmth. "Well, since you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask any more questions." His voice was low and suppressed, as if he was trying hard to hold back something.

He turned away, his back looking somewhat lonely in the dim light. But I still didn't open my mouth to explain.

The tranquility I feel now, though fragile, is the best response I can give.