The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 127

Chapter 127: Why was it Angel and not Ava?
When Ava returned to her room, her legs were giving out, and she practically collapsed onto the bed.

She didn’t know how to describe everything she had seen, in the room lit by a desk lamp… two figures making love.

Watching the perfect figure, the handsome Sam, his back drenched in sweat.

Looking at the proud Heiress, her beautiful legs wavering in mid-air, toes all tensed up…

Ava felt an unprecedented impact.

Of course, she knew what Sam and Angel were doing…

After all, she was 16 years old, and her teachers had covered the physiology of sex in school.

But she hadn’t anticipated that, unlike the descriptions in textbooks, witnessing it firsthand would be like this…

Was it beautiful?

It would be more accurate to describe it as intense, passionate, and filled with desire.

At that moment, she really wanted to kick the door open and angrily demand what they were doing.

Wasn’t it agreed that they were just classmates? Why were they making love?

Isn’t that what lovers who have been together for a long time and share deep feelings do? But why did they do it?

Ava hugged her blanket, squeezing her legs together, her cheeks flushed with a rosy tint, her eyes misty and glazed.

Closing her eyes, she could envision the scene.

Sam’s sturdy arms wrapped around that woman’s slender, fat-free waist. Her waist was soft and delicate, as flexible as a snake.

Sam’s cock was so exaggerated in size, creating a strong visual impact. It completely entered that woman’s vagina, stretching it out.

They were engrossed in their desires, their bodies swaying.

The faint sounds of the bed, the breathlessness, and the suppressed moans caught in the woman’s throat… It was like a magical melody.

Ava didn’t kick the door open, nor did she disturb them.

She simply watched, observing them assume positions she wouldn’t dare imagine, watching her brother pressing down on Angel’s body, his hands grasping her breasts…

Watching her body trembling slightly from orgasm. Watching her respond eagerly with her body to her brother’s excitement…

So this is what lovemaking between a man and a woman looks like?

It felt like a vivid and indelible lesson, one she certainly didn’t want to learn anything from.

Her emotions were a mystery even to herself. When they finally stopped after a long time, Ava managed to suppress the trembling of her legs and her rapid breathing, struggling to return to her room.

The agitation lingered for a long time.

The images haunted her like nightmares, compelling her to squeeze her legs together and gently rub the blanket.

Her breathing was rapid, her cheeks flushed as if they were about to bleed.

She didn’t understand the restlessness within her, nor the flames that seemed to burn inside her body.

At that moment, she uncontrollably harbored a desire, an urgent fantasy.

To replace the figure in her mind with another.

Fantasizing… replacing Angel’s role… with herself.

What if it was she who sat atop Sam?

What if it was her breasts that Sam grasped tightly?

What if she was the one kissing his neck?

If only it were her…

But why was it Angel and not herself?

Ava felt like she was going insane. She was acutely aware of how terrifying her fantasies were, yet she couldn’t stop herself from diving deeper into them, becoming increasingly intense.

Until she let out a long sigh.

Tears glistened at the corners of her eyes.

Her moist fingers reached forward, touching the photo by her bed.

That handsome Sam.

“Brother… why did you have to do this?”

…

“How about it, are you satisfied this time?”

Once again, the two lay back on the bed, drenched in sweat, their poses strikingly similar. However, Sam’s posture was more unrestrained, while Angel’s was somewhat more reserved, maintaining her dignity and elegance.

Neither of them wore any clothes, and as for the bedsheet… it was better left unsaid, horrendously stained with the love juices Angel had left behind.

At this moment, Angel’s face was flushed, like a blooming rose at its most delicate and vibrant.

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

She slightly turned her face away, as if avoiding something, a rare emotion for her.

Sam looked at the ceiling, taking deep breaths to quickly calm his body, still brimming with energy.

“Why don’t you want to talk to me? We just had an intimate moment, do you not recognize me anymore? You haven’t even put on your underwear yet.”

Angel kicked Sam lightly.

Of course, it was a bit awkward, so she couldn’t put much force into it, resembling more of a coquettish complaint than a warning.

“Do you always have to talk so much?”

Sam smiled and hugged Angel’s leg, his palm seemingly unconsciously caressing her smooth, delicate calf.

“What, can’t I say a word now… You should be grateful that I don’t ask you for money.”

Angel turned her head back with a smile.

“When did you change professions? Planning to become a gigolo? Though, that career might indeed have more prospects for you, you’d definitely be a big hit.”

Sam thought for a moment, then nodded.

“It’s not out of the question, especially if I have high-quality clients like you, I’d accept.”

“You still want more clients?”

Angel squinted her eyes, emitting a dangerous glow.

Sam shrugged his shoulders, merely probing the boundaries with Angel, deeming it necessary. After all, who knows if one day it might actually work?

Of course, the likelihood was slim, and such an approach alone would hardly suffice. Something significant would need to happen to bring about a drastic change, but what could that be?

For now, he had no clue.

Sam’s unconscious caressing made Angel slightly squint her eyes, enjoying the sensation. His hands seemed to possess a unique magic, making her feel at ease and comfortable, as if her languid eyes were about to close, allowing her to sleep without any burdens.

It was then she suddenly heard Sam’s voice.

“We’ll soon leave this place… I really hate to part with it.”

Angel slowly opened her eyes.

“What’s there to miss? Even though this is your hometown, countless people leave their poor and backward birthplaces in pursuit of the prosperity of big cities, working hard all their lives just to settle in a better place… You’re just too naive.”

Sam had almost become immune to Angel calling him naive, responding calmly, “It’s undeniable that such people exist, but I don’t think I’m one of them. Compared to the bustling big cities, I prefer the tranquility of my hometown.”

Angel huffed.

“My home is in Kuhang, I don’t understand, nor do I want to understand the kind of sentiment you’re talking about.”

Sam smiled, let go of her leg, then turned around to face her.

“What do you think of this place?”

Angel frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“Your feelings about Cedarwood.”

After a moment of thought, Angel replied.

“It’s just like that? Nothing special. The transportation is less developed, the infrastructure is lacking, the air is fresher, there are fewer people, it’s quieter… That’s about it.”

Indeed, for this girl, these were the aspects she could perceive, without any deeper pursuit.

Because she saw no need to seek them out.

Sam sat up from the bed, calmly putting on his underwear without bothering with a shirt, revealing his well-defined, aesthetically pleasing upper body as he approached the window.

He drew back the curtains.

Allowing more of the bright moonlight to shine in.

“What are you doing?”

Angel instinctively grabbed the blanket, covering her enticing body.

Sam turned around with a smile, pointing outside.

“This is my hometown. A place where many people might not have seen a luxury car, never flown in an airplane, can’t recognize a few luxury brands, and don’t even know what a bar is. But here, people live their lives peacefully and happily, feeling joy over good weather, satisfaction from a harvest, and happiness from a simple meal.”

Angel frowned.

“What are you trying to say?”

Sam shook his head.

“Nothing much, just wanted to tell you. Not everything expensive is beautiful, and simple, inexpensive things can also bring happiness. Whether it’s you or me, though we are unique, we are not irreplaceable, are we?”

Angel understood what he was trying to convey.

But she didn’t accept anyone diminishing her value or trying to alter her views.

So she proudly lifted her head.

“No matter what you say, you will never forget me in your lifetime, nor will you find anyone to replace me.”

Sam nodded with a smile.

“Indeed, I acknowledge that.”

“So?”

“But I know how to be content, understand what to choose and what to let go of, and I won’t chase after the unattainable. And no matter what, you remain someone I can’t reach… If it’s a futile effort, better to give up sooner rather than later, right?”

Angel got up from the bed, dressed herself in her clothes, and looked at Sam.

“You need to understand, it’s not a matter of whether you give up on me or not, but that you’ll always be under my control, unable to break free. Stop deluding yourself with those thoughts. No one but me can have you. On this point… I will not yield, even if it means destroying you.”

…

Sam didn’t speak, just silently watched her.

He thought somewhat helplessly in his mind.

Indeed, she’s not so easy to deal with… These days, despite the frequent intimate encounters softening her character slightly, they haven’t swayed her deeply ingrained stubbornness.

No matter how enchanting, graceful, and intoxicating she was during their lovemaking, it couldn’t change her true nature: a beautiful but unattainable thorny rose.

Angel stepped forward with a smile, looking at Sam’s silent expression, gently pinching his cheek, and said with a smile, “Don’t overthink it. Once we return to Kuhang, our game truly begins. I wish you a good night.”

After speaking, Angel left the room without any lingering attachment, leaving only her scent in the air and the unresolved romantic tension.

Sam sighed and went back to bed.

It seems, fully conquering her is still a long journey ahead…

How should he resolve his current feelings?

He thought for a moment, then pulled out his phone.

Selecting the contact [Sophie]

And sent a message.

[Sophie, what do you think is the mystery of the universe, the meaning of life?]