Nina was sure that the person in front of her was the girl from whom she snatched a chicken drumstick when she was a child. Her eyes did not lie.
No wonder Vicente looked so familiar, and talking with her was like talking with an old friend.
"Who knows whose drumstick you grabbed? I don't even like drumsticks." Although Vicente said that, she felt warm in her heart. It turned out that Nina had not forgotten about her.
Nina was the first friend she made when she was herself, not Vicente.
"Still so stubborn," Nina pouted.
"Humph!" Vicente smoothed her hair. "Now that you know I'm a woman, when will you marry me? If I don't keep my eye on you, I'm afraid you'll make trouble for me."
After finding out Vicente's biggest secret, Nina did not feel nervous at all. On the contrary, she felt extremely relieved. "Now I know that you're masquerading as a man, and you know that I'm pregnant. Why don't we call it even?"
"We can't call it even." Vicente snapped. "I didn't force you to tell me about your pregnancy. You told me of your own accord. It has nothing to do with me."
Nina did not have a response to that.
Who on earth said that Vicente was mature, steady, polite, and gentle? It was not true.
The crowd's judgment was not sound at all.
"Okay," Nina responded calmly.
As expected, Vicente was stunned. "Just okay?"
"Or what?" Nina looked straight into Vicente's confused eyes.
It was Vicente's turn to fall silent. She could say nothing to refute her.
Thinking of her sensitive identity, Vicente warned Nina with a frown, "If you don't want to get yourself into trouble, remember that I'm Vicente now. My sister, Vicki, died at the age of three."
Her real name was Vicki Nangong, and she and Nina met when they were children.
Nina grabbed her chicken drumstick on her birthday and sat with her for a long time. Then, she disappeared, leaving Nina not knowing her name.
No wonder Nina couldn't find Vicky anymore. It turned out she had assumed a new identity as Vicente.
'Where is the real Vicente?'
Nina thought to herself.
"And my voice," Vicente started, shifting from a female voice to a male voice. "I only use my female voice when I'm here on the second floor. Only a few people can get through the retinal scan. After you marry me, I'll also grant you access."
Vicki's voice pulled Nina away from her thoughts. She found herself asking, "Aren't we friends?"
"Who wants to be friends with you? I want us to be more than that." Slowly and deliberately, Vicente approached Nina and put her arm around her waist. She raised her eyebrows as her eyes gleamed with flirtation.
Now that her identity had been made clear, Vicente no longer had the slightest reservation about being intimate with Nina. In fact, he had become bolder.
"Oh, my God! Your waist is too thin!" Vicente was shocked
as soon as she touched Nina's waist. When Nina felt Vicente's hand on her waist, her first reaction was to reach out and hold her hand. She slid her right foot between Vicente's feet, disrupted her balance with a forceful sweep, and threw her to the floor.
Nina easily brought a person down.
"Ah..." As she fell, Vicente let out a miserable shriek. The impact shook even her internal organs.
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