The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 405

Chapter 405: You really are my angel
How to spend a perfect night?

Of course, it starts with your girlfriend not finding any suspicious photos in your phone’s gallery.

Sam was very fortunate.

He didn’t have the habit of taking random photos.

So, apart from the pictures of him and Angel, there were almost no photos of other girls. Except for Ava, of course.

But Ava was Sam’s sister, and that could be explained from various angles. Angel wasn’t someone who nitpicked over trivial matters, and she wouldn’t dwell on questions without definitive answers for too long.

So, they managed to return home smoothly. As for everything that happened on the street, perhaps it would come to mind on some ordinary night long after.

In their young high school days, they would have such memories.

Of course, if they never thought of it again, that would be even better.

Because it would mean they had many more beautiful memories worth recalling, not just this seemingly ordinary but warm moment.

They returned to Angel’s room without any issues, with its familiar luxurious decor.

But once the lights were off, it didn’t matter much, as all they needed for sleep was a bed.

Familiar kisses.

Familiar exploration of each other’s bodies, which seemed to have become a given.

The familiar touch, indescribable and incomparable to anything else.

This was Angel, perfect from head to toe.

Irreplaceable Angel.

Her beauty, her body, her breasts, and her vagina were all unique.

Maybe it was just a feeling, but tonight, Angel seemed especially gentle.

Even her actions of kissing Sam’s cock were incredibly tender.

And Sam, of course, wouldn’t miss such a gentle moment.

He displayed his lovemaking skills to Angel without reservation.

Until she experienced orgasm after orgasm, losing her strength and unable to move.

Their bodies were drenched in sweat, but it seemed neither of them cared about that. They just embraced each other, drawing warmth from the night as if it were their last.

Sam didn’t like to think too pessimistically about things.

Or rather, no matter how pessimistic or desperate the situation, he would always find a glimmer of hope or something to comfort himself.

Otherwise, nothing could have sustained him to this point.

“What are you thinking about?”

Perhaps because Sam had been silent for too long, just holding Angel in his arms without speaking.

The girl in his arms lifted her head slightly, her eyes no longer cold, looking at him.

Sam lowered his head slightly, his hand instinctively grabbing her breast.

“Nothing much, just reflecting a bit. It feels like another year is about to pass.”

“It’s not even Christmas yet, and we haven’t even had the exam that’s in a few days,” Angel said with a hint of sarcasm.

Sam smiled and lowered his head.

“Yeah, people tend to worry about things that haven’t happened yet, which makes them anxious.”

Angel scoffed.

“Even if you try not to think about it, you will. But thinking about it doesn’t help. Until things actually happen, you never know what to do. As for anxiety… the smarter you are, the more anxious you get.”

She summarized succinctly.

Sam smiled, pressing his lips together.

“So, are you complimenting me for being smart?”

“You don’t like being praised by me?”

“No, it’s just a bit unusual. I never thought I’d live to see the day when the Heiress praised me.”

As soon as Sam finished speaking, Angel clamped his cock tightly with her legs.

The boy, gritting his teeth, looked at Angel innocently.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re getting too full of yourself.”

“You praise me, but I can’t get full of myself?”

“I praise you because I want to. Getting full of yourself is something I hate.”

“Alright, the Heiress’s rules are rules.”

Sam smiled, not taking it to heart.

What else could he do?

She was Angel, after all…

“You really are my angel.”

Sam murmured softly, lowering his head to nuzzle her nose.

With both of their noses being quite prominent, this action was easy to do.

Angel, of course, heard his seemingly nonsensical murmur.

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

“Hmm? Was I wrong?”

At this moment, Angel suddenly smiled.

“Let me guess what you’d say… It should be, ‘A man as excellent as me shouldn’t belong to just one person; I should belong to all of humanity.’ Right?”

Sam blinked, seeing the slightly mischievous look in her eyes.

“I don’t think I’ve ever said that.”

“You’ve thought it countless times.”

“Can you read minds too?”

“I specialize in reading yours.”

“Is that a high school course? I’d like to take it.”

“Stop joking. Who doesn’t know your thoughts?”

Angel snorted, then turned her back to Sam.

Sam, understanding, gently held her, turning his arm into her pillow.

He lay against her back, holding her shoulder.

Sam inhaled the faint scent of her hair, as if everything was about to fall into silence again.

He heard her soft voice.

“So, you still haven’t given up on that crazy idea?”

Sam knew what she was referring to.

He replied softly.

“Yeah.”

“So, I haven’t made you feel unparalleled happiness?”

Angel seemed unusually doubtful of herself.

Sam leaned closer to her ear, speaking softly.

“I do feel your unparalleled beauty and happiness.”

“Then why haven’t you given up? Are you saying other girls can give you the same feeling?”

Sam didn’t know what expression the girl in his arms had at that moment.

Was she restraining her anger, ready to lash out, or was she quietly feeling sad?

He didn’t know. He just had to give his own answer.

“No one can replace the feeling you give me, just as no one can replace me. But… I still hopelessly, unrepentantly believe that everyone should be happy.”

“You describe it that way, so you should know it’s neither correct nor just.” Angel’s voice was light, seemingly devoid of extra emotion.

Sam smiled.

“There’s no such thing as absolute justice or correctness. I just know I want to do what needs to be done, to make fewer people sad, to make our lives more complete. I can’t accurately explain why I feel this way. But…”

Sam held her tighter.

Tightly.

As if loosening his grip would make her disappear like smoke.

“I like you. I’m sure now. I really like you, and I can’t lose you.”

He felt the body in his arms tremble slightly, so clearly.

Angel didn’t respond immediately. She was silent for a long time.

How long?

A minute?

Five minutes?

Or longer?

Sam didn’t count the time. He just closed his eyes, thinking it wouldn’t be bad to fall asleep like this.

But he still heard Angel’s response.

“Is that your way of admitting defeat?”

“When two people like each other, there’s no winning or losing.”

“But games have winners and losers.”

“The game ended long ago.”

“When did it end? I don’t know.”

Sam opened his eyes.

The closed curtains only let in a few strands of light, like spider silk.

But that was the only light in the room.

He said.

“It started when we met, and it ended when we met.”

“I don’t like riddles.”

“This isn’t a riddle. From that moment, no games were needed, no extra reasons. The strings of fate have bound us together. For whatever reason, we won’t part. We’ll always be together. Forever.”

“If I say I don’t understand your words or why you’re saying them.”

Angel’s voice wasn’t as calm, allowing Sam to catch a hint of emotion.

Sam kissed her hair.

Like a knight kissing the queen’s hand with reverence.

“It doesn’t matter… There’s plenty of time. I’ll spend my life proving this. And I said I like you… I’m telling you I’m willing to spend that much time.”

“Aren’t you afraid of dying?”

“I’m afraid, but I can’t leave you.”

“…Sleep.”

Angel said softly.

The long night seemed to have no answers or conclusions.

Sam would never know what expression Angel had when she heard his words.

Until a few days later, at the end of the exam.

The unclosed window, in the gloomy weather, let snowflakes fall on his arm, slowly melting.

Sam suddenly looked up.

Last night, when he was used as a pillow, it seemed there was a similar wetness.