The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 410

Chapter 410: The contents of the letter
The drinking had just begun, but Sophie already felt the buzz.

She thought she must be drunk; otherwise, why would her cheeks be so hot? Why would her head feel like it was spinning, almost blank?

She didn’t need to know what island he was talking about, or if the light he mentioned was the Northern Lights. Being the smart girl she was, she knew exactly what he meant.

And because she knew, she felt so panicked. It was like a bullet had pierced her heart, unavoidable.

Everyone, when they grow up, shoots a bullet at the world. And that bullet always comes back from the world when you least expect it, piercing your heart.

Maybe it’s when you’re crossing the street. Maybe it’s when you look up and see a flock of white doves flying towards the horizon. Or maybe… there’s no maybe. It’s right now.

Sophie watched Sam pick up his beer can and smile, “Cheers.”

She mimicked him, tilting her head back and taking a big gulp, drinking a lot. This time, she didn’t choke.

Sam didn’t get any answer, but he didn’t seem to mind. Maybe he was used to it. Not every question needs an answer, and not every effort needs a reward. Sometimes, just putting it out there, asking the question, is its own kind of emotional value.

Simply put, people often get unhappy because they care too much about gains and losses. As long as the moment is happy, nothing else matters.

Maybe because the first can of beer was finished quickly, the second one was opened just as fast. Sophie felt the room temperature rise significantly. She pressed the back of her hand to her delicate cheek, feeling the heat.

Sam noticed her small gesture. “What, are you sick again?”

“You’re the one who’s sick. I’m not that weak, okay?” Sophie had loosened up a lot, her words no longer so brief. She spoke like an ordinary girl, saying whatever came to mind, not worrying about the subtle impact of saying one word more or less. Maybe there was no impact at all; people just tend to overthink, making things complicated.

“You’re not weak? How much do you weigh?” Sam asked.

Sophie took a sip of beer, thinking about the last time she stood on the scale. “100 pounds…”

“Only 100?”

“Not even.”

“Not even 100?!” Sophie wasn’t tall, petite in build, but because she rarely showed a friendly face, most people wouldn’t describe her as cute. Her excellent facial features and body proportions often made people overlook her petite frame.

Sophie rolled her eyes at Sam. “What’s the big deal? That’s a normal weight for a girl.”

“Normal? You’re so skinny! No wonder your chest is so small; you don’t even weigh 100 pounds.”

Hearing this, Sophie got upset and stood up. “My chest isn’t small…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence because another girl’s image and figure suddenly flashed in her mind. That girl was Angel. She hadn’t just seen her through clothes; she had even seen her and Sam having sex.

Angel definitely weighed more than her, but her body proportions were perfect, without any excess. Even her chest looked so beautiful.

Sam looked at her, amused. “Still want to argue?”

Sophie, her cheeks flushed, sat back down. “A lot of celebrities don’t look skinny, but they’re actually very light…” She could only comfort herself with such words.

Sam took a sip of beer. “That’s because they exercise a lot. At least they’re in good shape and eat low-calorie food. Are you the same? You don’t exercise. If you ran a few hundred meters, you’d probably pass out.”

Sophie frowned. “What can I do? That’s just how I am. I can’t gain weight. And if I did, I’d look terrible.”

“Says who? Would it kill you to gain a little weight?”

“What does my weight have to do with you?” Sophie glared at Sam, as if they were back to their most familiar way of interacting.

Sam shook his head with a smile. “How does it not? I cook for you every day, and you still don’t gain weight. Isn’t that my problem?”

“A person’s gut microbiome doesn’t change that easily. You think eating your food for a month will make me gain weight?”

“Then tell me, how long do I have to cook for you before your gut microbiome changes because of me?”

“A…” Sophie almost blurted out a number but stopped herself, realizing it sounded too ambiguous.

Sam saw through her hesitation and didn’t hesitate at all. “A lifetime?”

Sophie couldn’t take it anymore. Not just because Sam kept saying things like that, but because his courage and boldness contrasted sharply with her hesitation. It wasn’t just teasing her heartstrings; it felt like a punishment for herself. Like a brave person mocking a coward. Like someone standing on a mountain, mocking those who couldn’t climb it.

“Sam… you’re such a bad egg!” She angrily kicked at Sam.

Sam easily caught her leg, and suddenly their positions became a bit awkward.

Sophie froze, feeling the strength of Sam’s grip on her leg. Just the warmth from his palm made her body go soft.

“Let go!”

“You kick me, and I should let go?”

“I… I won’t kick anymore, okay? Just let go!”

Sophie struggled, but she couldn’t muster any extra strength.

Sam not only held her leg but also lightly tapped her calf with his fingers, as if playing a melody.

“How do I know you won’t kick me again if I let go? I don’t want to get hurt.”

“Jerk… Are you trying to take advantage of me? And then sleep with me?”

“What if I said yes?” Sam was completely honest.

“I don’t agree!”

Even though Sophie had admitted to herself that Sam was indeed the most special man to her, she didn’t want to give up her virginity to him so easily.

She tried to pull her leg back, but Sam not only didn’t let go, he also took off her shoe and sock.

“What are you doing?” Sam’s hand touched her foot. Almost instantly, Sophie lost all ability to move and resist. The strange sensation spread from her foot, making her realize how unexpectedly sensitive that area was.

It was like an electric current running through her body, making her collapse on the bed, one leg still in his hand, as if she had fallen into his embrace.

Sam was stunned. “Are you… acting?”

“I’m not acting… Let go!” Sophie’s voice was soft and weak.

Sophie probably thought her tone was firm, but to Sam, it was more inviting than stripping naked. He realized her foot might be an unexpectedly sensitive area, so he had no intention of letting go. Instead, he gently massaged her soft foot.

The sensation made Sophie almost lose control. Her eyes became misty.

“Mm…!” She couldn’t help but make strange noises because of the feeling. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands, but still made some sounds.

Sam looked at her, amused. “Are you feeling good or bad?”

Sophie’s eyes were hazy, her consciousness almost slipping away. Who would have thought such a small foot could have such a big impact?

Sophie didn’t know what to do. She could only look at Sam helplessly.

Seeing her like this, Sam felt a bit guilty. He could take advantage of this moment to do more. But she was shaking her head, weak and pitiful, looking so vulnerable and helpless for the first time. His actions became gentler, turning from a massage to a caress, as if he were handling a delicate piece of art.

He looked at the girl, her eyes showing unprecedented panic, and his gaze softened. “Don’t worry, I won’t force you to have sex with me. Just relax.”

“How… can I relax? Let go…”

“Will you kick me again?” Sam gently rubbed her soft toes, asking softly.

Sophie squinted her eyes, wanting to moan in pleasure. But she could only hold back, otherwise… it would be too embarrassing. She covered her mouth, her face red, eyes misty, and shook her head.

“Good girl,” Sam said indulgently.

Normally, Sophie would be furious if Sam treated her like a child. But now… she felt a strange feeling in her heart, like honey about to overflow.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Sam let go of her foot just as she was about to lose control.

Sophie felt relieved, but when Sam finished his beer and stood up, she felt a sense of loss.

Sam looked at her. “Alright, you can clean up this place yourself. I’m leaving. Goodbye.”

“Hey? Hey, hey, hey?” Sophie didn’t expect Sam to leave so quickly, without even saying the usual parting words.

After a long time, when the sound of the door closing had long faded, Sophie finally had the strength to sit up. She wanted to curse him, but what should she say? Why should she curse him?

Was it because he was insensitive? Or because he didn’t have sex with her? She didn’t know, and she seemed to be falling into confusion again.

But then she suddenly remembered something. The table. The letter! What was written inside?

She quickly put on her shoes, almost stumbling in her haste to get to the table. She picked up the letter, her hands trembling as she opened it.

As her eyes scanned the words, she held her breath, unfolding the creases one by one. Finally, she saw the contents of the letter.

It contained one sentence, but it kept her awake all night. The sentence read—

[December 31st, 11:59 PM. Sam and Sophie’s kiss, accompanied by the chimes of the New Year.]