She could do anything she wanted?
Vera's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at him in bewilderment.
"Or is it that you've never taken my words to heart?" Quill asked again.
Vera immediately shook her head and said, "No. How can I not take your words to heart? I remember every word you say."
"Then why are you still so afraid of me?"
Vera couldn't answer.
Her worries and fears came from loving him.
She couldn't actually say it was because she liked him too much and that she had been rejected too much in the past, so she was afraid and insecure. She even felt that it was all just a midsummer night's dream.
Because this dream was too good to be true.
She sometimes even felt that perhaps she was just living in a dream. She couldn't tell which was the reality.
"Silly girl," Quill sighed; he embraced her and rested his chin on her head. There was slight helplessness in his tone as he said, "You have to have a little more faith in me, or, maybe, you have to be more confident in yourself."
In his embrace, Vera closed her eyes.
"It's not just you. I like you too."
With a gentle and deep voice, he spoke his true feelings from the bottom of his heart.
Vera felt her heart fill up bit by bit. Tears welled up in her eyes as she nodded.
"Are you going to hide anymore?" Quill asked.
Vera shook her head hard, "No. I'll face every problem with you. I won't hide."
Actually, after thinking about it, nothing really happened. It was just that she was too nervous and uneasy, so that was why she overthought.
She had to overcome this kind of mindset in the future.
"Then, let's talk about... what you said just now."
What?
Talk about what she said just now? What was it?
Vera blinked and had a bad feeling.
Quill moved back a little and stared at her, "Just now, you said..."
He had a faint smile. Although he did not finish his sentence, Vera's face had already flushed in an instant. She covered Quill's mouth and exclaimed,
"Don't talk nonsense. I didn't say anything just now."
"Oh?" Quill laughed lightly. Vera could feel his breath on her palm; it was like fire, burning her hand.
It nearly scalded her.
Vera freaked out and wanted to retract her hand, but Quill beat her to it and clasped her wrist.
"What are you hiding for?" His voice was hoarse, "Didn't you just say no more hiding? You've forgotten already?"
Vera was flustered. "What we talked about is different from this..."
She meant she wouldn't be so sensitive anymore, and not this, "You are misinterpreting my words on purpose!"
"How am I misinterpreting it? Didn't you say it yourself?"
However, it seemed that no matter how Vera put it, Quill had no intention of letting her off. He went closer to her as they spoke; their breath intertwined.
"S-So what... if I said it?! 1-1 just..."
"It doesn't matter what it is." Quill clasped her wrist once more. He arched his back and planted a kiss on her forehead, "As long as you said it."
Vera was flabbergasted.
She felt she was losing out.
She was only just saying it; Quill wouldn't actually drag her out, would he?
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