Colin was talking nonsense. Why should I waste my energy peeling the shrimp when someone had already done so?
When I was a kid, I had my finger pricked by a shrimp. I didn't want to get pricked again. If no one peeled it for me, I'd eat it whole, spitting away the skin.
"Then don't eat shrimp."
He was quite domineering. Who was he trying to scare? I wouldn't listen to him.
"That won't work. I like shrimp." I wrinkled my nose and pouted cheekily. I looked away, refusing to look at him properly.
"Who is that?"
"Winston."
"Didn't I say—" Colin rubbed his forehead helplessly as if I had caused him a headache. "Tell me, what are you making a fuss about?"
I showed him an unhappy expression. "Repaying the savior with life."
Colin was stunned for a moment. "What do you mean?"
"Stop pretending. Didn't she save your life? She even wrote you letters while we were at Lincoln University. You two reunited and spent many days in the same place. You even held her so tightly when you got out."
He seemed to be angry about my statements but found them laughable. His eyes were sparkling. "Little brat, so this is your actual purpose, right? I felt something wrong with you during the last two days. It turns out you're jealous.
"Jasmine is indeed my savior, but I won't repay her with my life. I promised myself to a heartless girl a long time ago."
His promise was just what I was waiting for. I couldn't help but feel proud, but I pretended not to let it go. "I don't believe it. You held her so tightly that you didn't even notice me standing next to you. You have no conscience."
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