[CN] Victor’s Mind Quest – Not the Slightest Gap (Eng Translation)
⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a mind quest, 至无隙无间, that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡
[Additional Warning]: As the spice for this mind quest is very explicit and borderline, if you don’t qualify for the 16+ rating of the game (CN server), it’s recommended that you don’t proceed under the cut~ :>
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The exclusive radio is to be read before CH 1. Please make sure you read that before continuing. Here: ♡♡
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✧ [Chapter 1] ✧
It’s very early in the morning, and the horizon has just unveiled the trace of a mackerel sky. I gently push open the bedroom door, walk quietly on my tiptoes, roll up a corner of the duvet and get in.
Even though I try my best to keep my movements light, the sound of even breathing in my ears ceases instantly, and I hear a slightly awakened voice reaching my ears.
Victor: [adorably husky, sleepy tone] What time is it?
MC: It’s past five…
Victor sighs a little helplessly. Then he reaches out and embraces me, wrapping my entire body in the warmth of his arms.
I instinctively release a sigh and curl up in his arms contentedly.
The year-end projects during this time have made me very busy and disoriented, and working overtime has already become a common occurrence. Even Victor is helpless about my frazzled appearance.
But no matter how cautiously I lie down every night, he always feels my presence in the first instance and enfolds me in his arms.
Victor: [sexy grunt, husky tone] Lie down and focus on sleeping.
Victor: Don’t mull over work stuff in bed like you did a couple days ago.
MC: Understood~
I stealthily stick my tongue out. Just as I’m thinking about trying to relax and fall asleep, an idea for a new project pops into my head.
After a few moments of being torn, I clench the arm wrapped tightly around my waist and quietly move a few inches away.
Victor: [softly gasps] Where are you going again?
MC: Go-going to the bathroom.
Victor: Didn’t you just go to the bathroom before lying down?
MC: …so you heard that.
I mutter in a low voice, unable to find any other reasons for the moment.
MC: Well… I accidentally came up with an idea for a new project, and I’m afraid I’ll forget it tomorrow. So, I wanted to go and write it down.
MC: I’ll really just go and write it down~
Even though I deliberately emphasize the pronunciation of “accidentally” and make a promise, the strength around my waist still tightens unexpectedly.
Victor: [grunts softly, sighs] …your “accident” is very dedicated to your work.
Victor: No need to go to all that trouble. I’ll remember it for you. Go on.
MC: Who on earth submits a report to the CEO early in the morning?
Victor: It’s not like a certain someone has never done this before.
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[Tidbits]: Refresher– a reference to S1 CH 7~ :>
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His deep and low voice is laced with a hint of sleepiness that he is unable to conceal, blocking my retort.
Victor: And besides, right now, I’m not listening to your report as the CEO.
I blink, sensitively catching the implication of his words. My heart can’t help but turn into a puddle, and I finally give in and tell him about the idea I’ve come up with after a moment of resistance.
I turn over expectantly just as I finish speaking, looking into his deep eyes.
MC: How is it? Do you think it’s a feasible plan?
Victor: [laughs softly] I’m only responsible for remembering. I’m not gonna comment.
MC: …why are you being like this?
In the cold white light of dawn, I can see the corners of his lips vaguely curving upwards, as if he doesn’t plan on talking with me about this anymore.
I glare at him in secret and roll over again, deliberately sighing long and hard.
MC: That’s good. I feel even more sleepless now––
Hearing me pretending to feel wronged, Victor behind me seems to release a helpless, soft chuckle.
Victor: [sighs helplessly] Since you can’t sleep, answer a few questions of mine then.
Victor: Have you forgotten anything recently?
I’m stumped for a moment, wondering why he is suddenly asking this. Regardless, I earnestly reflect on this for a while. And in the next moment, I can’t help but let out a small cry of alarm.
MC: AHH! I forgot to eat that pudding you made for me!
Victor: [precious gasp] …I didn’t think you’d think of that first.
Victor: No need to have such a big reaction. If those who don’t know hear you, they will think you’ve forgotten something of enormous value.
MC: Of course, it’s something of enormous value! You especially made that for me three days ago when you saw how hard I was working…
I turn around and poke his arm tentatively.
MC: Do you think it’s still edible?
Victor: Yes.
Victor: But after eating it, it shouldn’t be just a certain someone’s brain that will go bad.
I look at him with a blank expression. It takes me churning it several times in my mind to realize that he is scolding me.
MC: Victor!
A few soft, increasingly cheerful laughs ring in my ears. As I glower at him, he slowly withdraws his joking expression.
Victor: Is that the only thing you’ve forgotten?
MC: …is there anything else?
I gape wordlessly, waiting for his “crusade” without any confidence.
Victor: A certain someone was rolling up her sleeves to fight for the tickets to a musical half a month ago, but she forgot about it when they started selling the tickets.
Victor: It’s been about a week now, and the bag of tulip seeds is still exactly where it was in the living room since we bought them.
Victor: You don’t expect that they will jump into the flower pots and grow themselves, do you?
Victor: Also, I remember that you were planning to sign up for a dance class; to go and sweat it out after work…
Seeing my eyes widen in confusion, Victor raises his eyebrows somewhat helplessly.
Victor: Indeed, a three-minute enthusiasm it was.
His face takes on an expression that says– “I knew it,” and following this, a somewhat vague memory surfaces in my mind.
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It was a night about two weeks ago. Victor and I were waiting on the roadside for the car after having dinner, and I was caught off guard by someone slipping a small flyer in my hand.
Passerby: Learn about Paso Doble dance~
I glanced down inadvertently and caught a glimpse of the bright red headline–– a passionate ballroom dance: Paso Doble.
The male and female dance partners in the picture on the side were intimate and assertive in their movements. I subconsciously stole a glance at Victor. He was looking at the finance and economics news on his phone, a calm and focused expression on his face.
A small, wicked idea suddenly bubbled up in my mind. I mysteriously leaned over to him and shook the flyer in my hand to him.
MC: Victor, would you like to sign up with me for a passionate Paso Doble dance experience?
Victor: [sighs sharply] Nope.
Victor: It’s not like I haven’t experienced a certain someone’s dance before.
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[Tidbits]: Refresher– “Dance Date” reference where he taught her to dance, “Exhibition Date” reference where they danced in the rain~
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He didn’t say much, but it seemed to convey the disdain implied therein vividly and thoroughly. I felt choked up and couldn’t help opening my mouth to refute.
MC: You don’t know about this Paso Doble dance yet. Aren’t you rejecting it a bit too early?
MC: Look at what it says on the flyer–– “The Paso Doble dance originated in France. It’s a dance that imitates a bullfighter’s movements, and the dancer’s posture is valiant and impassioned.”
MC: “In the Paso Doble dance, you can unleash the instinct to chase, hunt, and tear at…”
MC: So, don’t you want to chase, hunt, and tear me apart?
Victor: …
Victor finally took his eyes off the phone, shooting a surveying glance left and right.
Victor: Do you want to hear what you just said?
As the belated realization dawned on me, I stopped talking and turned my head to make sure there wasn’t anyone around, smiling in embarrassment.
MC: Actually, I’ve been thinking for a while now about whether to do some exercise after work and sweat it out.
MC: I feel that dancing seems more fun. Moreover, I can learn ballroom dancing with you, and this way, there won’t be any interference in our time together~
I took his arm affectionately, swaying it expectantly.
He lifted the corners of his lips in what seemed like amusement and helplessness.
Victor: [sighs helplessly] If you’re not over this three-minute enthusiasm by next week, we’ll talk about it then.
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That completely undisguised query reverberates in my ears, and my cheeks can’t help but be flushed.
MC: It’s not that it was a three-minute enthusiasm. I really want to take dance lessons with you. But how do I find the time now?
I arch up against his chest, my tone tinged with a hint of coquetry.
MC: I now need CEO Victor to remind me about eating.
Victor holds down my bobbing head, rapping it gently with his finger pad.
Victor: [laughs softly] And do you know that your daily routine has also been a mess lately?
Victor: Now hurry up and get some sleep. I’ll take a look at your proposal when I get up tomorrow. I can give you some suggestions.
I let out a small cry of delight and hug him immediately.
MC: No wonder they say no amount of anything can be a substitute for the CEO of LFG. Victor, you’re too great~
Victor: [sexy whisper] If you talk any more nonsense, I’ll dismiss tomorrow’s help.
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✧ [Chapter 2] ✧
By the time I wake up again, it’s already noon.
Relaxed and refreshed, Victor sits on the sofa, sipping his coffee. On the table in front of him is the proposal I wrote yesterday till the late hours at night.
I hurriedly rub my eyes as I walk over to pick up the document and find that it has been marked with numerous annotations.
Victor: The overall direction is fine, but some details need fine-tuning.
Victor: As you can see now, your current logic is starting to get chaotic.
When I skim through it carefully, the realization suddenly dawns on me.
MC: Indeed. I seem to have drilled into a lot of insignificant problems...
Sighing, I rub my face between my hands as I feel a little out of my depth and put on an expression of humbly seeking his advice.
MC: Victor, how do you adjust in such situations when you lose your judgment due to having your hands full?
Victor raises an eyebrow at my words and looks at me. Understanding tacitly, I immediately withdraw my question.
MC: ...yes, you should never lose your judgment, even if your hands are full.
The corners of Victor’s lips curl up slightly. He lowers his head, takes a sip of his coffee, then stands up.
Victor: Go and wash up briefly. Let’s go somewhere.
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A wave of elegant classical music flows through the high-end dance costume store, and a variety of exquisite dance outfits hang on the clothes hangers.
MC: What are we doing here?
I stand in the clothing store, feeling a little at a loss.
Victor: Pick a set you like. I’ve already asked Goldman to sign us up for dance classes.
MC: ?? You really signed us up for dance classes??
He nods without having any change of expression on his face, his gaze sweeping over the few women’s outfits next to him.
Victor: Wasn’t a certain someone looking forward to it at the time?
MC: Expectations are expectations... but I thought you’d let me have more time to rest when I could. After all, I’m working so much now.
Victor: Work will never end.
Victor withdraws his gaze, a few traces of calmness reflecting in his deep eyes.
Victor: As the boss of [MC’s Company Name], you will only have more and more things on your plate.
Victor: But if you lose the pace of your life every time you are busy with work, all your rhythms will be disrupted.
MC: My rhythms are not at the point of being “disrupted,” right...?
Victor: It looks like a certain someone has already forgotten about that poor pudding in the fridge and those tulip seeds.
MC: ...didn’t forget, didn’t forget.
I make a standing-at-attention posture.
MC: I’m just a little curious. What does this have to do with us signing up for dance classes?
Victor: If you don’t want your work to lead you by the nose every time, finding your core with a regular activity is the best solution.
MC: Core?
MC: You mean, it’s something analogous to the power of body and mind?
Victor glances at me with a gratified look.
Victor: There will always be changes and challenges in the outside world, and these are variables that are impossible to guard against.
Victor: It’s only when you have a stable core that the chaotic situations won’t be able to snatch away the initiative.
Although his explanation is brief, I already vaguely understand something, my eyes resting on the dance skirt behind Victor.
MC: So, the regular activity you mentioned just now is taking me to dance lessons?
Victor: Mm. Dancing is a good way of regulating yourself.
Victor: It can not only help you sweat and relieve stress, but it’s also a good form and physical exercise and a way of looking for core.
He pauses, his serene tone taking on an imperceptible hint of indulgence.
Victor: And like you said, it’s something I can accompany you on.
He downplays the last half of his sentence, but it stirs up a small wave of tingle in my heart.
He talked about so many major principles and all that. But in the end, it’s all because he cares about me~
Victor doesn’t seem to make out the smugness in my heart, continuing to speak.
Victor: It won’t take up too much of your time. If you can spare an hour or two for a few days, it will work just fine.
MC: But what if I can’t finish my work?
Victor: When have I ever let you drop the ball?
MC: That’s true~
The transparent favoritism in his words causes me to burst into a cheerful smile. I look at my toes and begin to ponder conscientiously.
What Victor said just now is actually traceable in him. After all, no matter how busy he is, he will still find time to go to Souvenir to cook and relax.
Perhaps cooking is kind of a core of his being.
MC: If I can find my core, will I be able to make judgments and deal with things as calmly as you do?
Victor: I can’t guarantee that.
Victor glances down at my hand with which I have hooked his finger, seemingly a little amused.
Victor: [with an interlaced soft laugh] But right now, at least you can calmly fire your flatteries.
I give a soft “humph,” deciding to be generous and not quibble with him, and lift my chin accordingly.
MC: I take your suggestion and will go to the dance classes with you.
MC: But why did we come straight to pick out clothes? Don’t we need to attend a trial class to understand it first?
Victor: Because beginning with the sense of ritual a certain someone likes the most can bring out one’s vibrant nature.
As he finishes speaking, he suddenly turns around and directly picks up a dance dress of vibrant color right behind him.
Victor: This one.
MC: Eh? But I haven’t picked it out yet?
Victor: From the moment we walked in the door, your eyes have been darting towards this one.
Victor: If I couldn’t still read what’s on your mind, I’d be a dummy.
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✧ [Chapter 2, Memory Silhouette, Narrator POV] ✧
Several beautifully plated dishes have been laid out in order on the table. Victor lifts his eyes and glances toward the living room, but he doesn’t catch sight of the girl’s figure on the sofa.
Victor: MC, dinner is ready.
The voice that always responds to him loudly and clearly doesn’t ring out.
A little surprised, Victor cranes his head, realizing that it seems the girl hasn’t made much noise since the two of them bought their dance clothes and returned home in the afternoon.
Victor: Have you fallen asleep?
Victor takes off his heat-resistant gloves and heads toward the bedroom.
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The bed in the bedroom is empty. His eyebrows knit into a frown, only to hear the faint rustling sound of a zipper coming from the walk-in closet.
Through the blurry, transparent glass door, he can vaguely see the familiar figure of the girl.
Victor takes a few steps inside and sees the girl standing in front of the full-length mirror and trying on her newly brought dance dress, totally unaware of his arrival.
The silky satin fabric tightly hugs her waistline, and her beautiful butterfly bones are revealed through the backless dress, the vibrant crimson color making her skin even fairer in contrast.
Even though Victor has seen the girl trying on the dance dress in the clothing store before, there seems to be something a little different about this moment.
The warm light of the walk-in closet glistens on the hem of the girl’s skirt, the satin glowing with spots of golden reminiscent of fish scales.
The girl gently sways the hem of her skirt a little, and stars seem to be trickling brilliantly on her body.
She seems dazzled by the fine light streaming through her eyes, and unconsciously reveals a simple and somewhat silly smile.
Victor is stunned for a moment, subconsciously recalling the last time he saw this smile.
Perhaps it was a week ago, the day they agreed to plant tulips together.
When Victor pushed open the door to the home, he almost tripped over the bag of tulip seeds sprawled across the foyer.
Heaving a sigh, he moved the seeds to the corner and found the flower pots and planting tools there. Upon this, he headed for the study.
He thought the girl would welcome him with a beaming smile, take his arm, and jump and frisk about toward the “little garden” on the terrace she had nurtured with utmost care.
But before he could approach, the girl’s serious voice transmitted through the half-closed door of the study. It seemed that she was in the middle of a work phone call.
Out of courtesy, Victor did not continue to listen. But from the few words that drifted to his ears, it wasn’t difficult to perceive—
Time was pressing, but she insisted on prioritizing the quality and asked for the program to be redone.
Victor knew a smile that could be called one of approval had surfaced on his face.
Planting the flowers could wait until she is done with her work–– Victor thought to himself and put the tools for planting flowers one by one in their original position.
Or perhaps it was four days ago, when he made her most beloved pudding for the girl who had been working late.
Even though she had eaten the same taste countless times, she would always finish eating the pudding in big scoops and give a satisfied giggle every time.
But that day, she just wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled coquettishly. Then, she put the pudding next to her computer and said that she would use it to motivate herself to be more efficient tonight.
The next morning, Victor was a little surprised to see the pudding in the fridge, untouched.
Originally, these were the moments when he could’ve received that simple smile from her without a second thought. But time and time again, his potential expectations were dashed.
Victor pulls himself back from his thoughts. The smile on the girl’s face in front of the full-length mirror has not yet waned.
As if infected, his brows slowly slacken, and the corners of his lips curl up into the same arc as hers.
Victor quietly takes a step back and closes the door to the walk-in closet for her.
Just let her be so simply happy for a little while longer.
While he waits, he can prepare another pudding for her for dessert.
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✧ [Chapter 3] ✧
The pure white marble floor is as bright as a mirror, and the ornate crystal chandelier overhead reflects the multicolored light.
Standing in the dance classroom reminiscent of a palace, I quietly lean into Victor’s ear.
MC: This is not the dance classroom in that little advertisement, is it?
Victor lowers his head and straightens his sleeves, and there isn’t a single ripple in his tone.
Victor: It’s a one-on-one class, so that you can flexibly adjust the class time to suit your schedule.
A feeling of warmth surges in my heart in vain, and before the smile at the corners of my lips can be heaved up, Victor adds another sentence unhurriedly.
Victor: [overflowing teasing tone] And, I also found teachers of high caliber. A certain someone can hone her skills conveniently while learning, so that she doesn’t keep stepping on other people’s toes at parties.
MC: [muttering] grudge-bearing devil.
While the dance teachers are entering the classroom, I stick my tongue out at Victor’s back.
In order to give us an initial introduction to the Paso Doble dance, the two teachers briefly exchange pleasantries with us before demonstrating a short dance routine for us.
Female Teacher: In the Paso Doble dance, although the female partner is in a passive position, she actually needs to arouse the instinct and desire of the male partner to “fight,” to seduce, stimulate and conquer the other person.
As she explains, the female teacher moves her body in a particularly expressive and lively manner to the impassioned music. I can vaguely feel a lot of pressure coming over me.
I tug at the corner of Victor’s shirt.
MC: I had no idea that the emotions of the Paso Doble dance would be so extroverted.
Seemingly hearing the hesitation in my tone, Victor lowers his head and looks at me.
Victor: [overflowing teasing tone] Didn’t you want me to chase, hunt, and tear you apart? Why is there no confidence now?
MC: …
I grit my teeth in indignation and pay no more attention to this gloating man.
Male Teacher: Today, we will start with the simple basic steps.
Along with these words from the teacher, we officially begin our first Paso Doble dance lesson.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve given myself the psychological cues, but I really feel a little helpless. It’s either that I can’t stretch my body at all, or I’m simply getting frantic.
Female Teacher: You can spin your hand’s pattern along with your body.
MC: Like this?
Victor: She meant for you to rotate your palm when you jump apart, not take me with you.
MC: Oh-oh!
Female Teacher: When you put your hand on your male partner, sink your shoulder. Otherwise, it will look like you’re trying to fight with him.
MC: Okay, okay…
By the end of the class, I’m already dripping with sweat, not to mention the female teacher’s outpouring emotions, strength, and feeling of conquering the male partner.
On the other hand, even though Victor’s forehead is also covered with a layer of sweat from the dance, the way he carries himself exudes a sense of calmness at all times.
…damn it, why is this man so skilled at everything he does?
Fortunately, the content of the first lesson is only about getting familiar with the basic dance steps. It soon ends with a wonderfully rich psychological activity.
After making an appointment for the next session, the teachers bring us to the entrance of the lounge.
Male Teacher: The two of you can rest here. We will have someone bring champagne for you guys in a moment.
Female Teacher: It’s a special benefit for the very first course here. Enjoy~
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After politely expressing our thanks, I move my already stiff limbs and walk into the lounge with a complex feeling.
As soon as the door is closed, I can’t help but stare at Victor with an extreme look of grievance.
MC: Sob sob sob, what should I do, Victor? I feel like I can’t do it.
Victor: [laughs helplessly] It was only the first class. Don’t be so nervous.
MC: It’s not a question of what the class number is… it’s that this dance is too physically and emotionally demanding!
MC: And the teacher wants me to “conquer” you! What is this concept? It’s harder than mounting the sky––
Victor seems to choke on my phrasing.
Victor: [he actually chokes] Do you have to overstate like that?
MC: Of course! You know I’ve always been the one to be “dominated” by you.
MC: And I’m asked to guide you all of a sudden, and I’m at a loss…
Victor is slightly stunned, his deep eyes roaming over me for a moment as if he is pondering something. Then, he sits down on the sofa in a relaxed manner.
The space suddenly lapses into silence. Victor casually shakes off the sweat from the tips of his hair, then he slowly unfastens his cufflinks and pulls up his sleeves little by little in graceful movements.
Before I can react, I see that long, slender hand moving to his chest and unhurriedly loosening the first button.
…is it that hot?
The question still hasn’t left my mouth when I see that hand continuing to move down, resting on the second button.
My throat inexplicably feels dry. I swallow my saliva, my eyes “sincerely” glued to his slightly undulating chest.
And Victor doesn’t say anything, just meets my gaze looking at him straight-forwardly.
??: Mr. Victor, Miss MC, may I come in now?
There is a sudden knock at the door, interrupting the enchanting sight in the room.
MC: [blushing and frantic] ! W-wait a moment!
I subconsciously blurt out. Victor’s hand pauses only for a moment before continuing with the interrupted unbuttoning process.
And even his movements slow down more and more.
MC: What are you doing?
I anxiously ask him in a low voice, gesturing to the door with my gaze as my eyes widen. His gaze falls indifferently to the front, and his tone of voice is heedless.
Victor: [very amused] Unbuttoning.
MC: [blushing] …I didn’t ask you that! I mean why on earth are you doing that now! There are people outside.
Victor: [sounds very proud of himself] Because I feel very hot right now.
I’m baffled by his “rightful” attitude, and the constant knocking on the door agitates my mind. I hurriedly gesture at him again.
MC: [blushing and more frantic] Button up! Quick!
Victor obviously doesn’t listen to me, and the slightly raised corner of his eyes even spills out a hint of provocative arrogance.
Victor: [even more amused and proud] Are you sure you’re just going to keep watching like this?
Of course not!
The moment the next knock sounds on the door, I finally can’t help but spring up to my feet and walk quickly to the door.
Very cautiously, I open the door just a crack and politely take the champagne from the other party’s hand.
MC: I’m sorry. We’ll help ourselves.
Closing the door, I immediately turn around with a huff.
MC: If I hadn’t stopped that person just now, was CEO Victor going to present himself naked!
Victor: [deep, sexy™ laugh] …
MC: You’re still laughing??
I can’t help but grit my teeth. Meeting his haughty and midnight-dark eyes, I simply walk straight up to him and uncork the champagne, pretending to be angry and harsh as I open my mouth.
MC: [blushing] The teacher will come in a while and talk to us about the feedback.
MC: [blushing] CEO Victor, you should hurry up and wear your clothes properly. How can you be like this?
Hearing my words, he smiles in an even more unusual manner and gently tugs on yet another button.
His fingertips quietly circle the body of the button. Another one doesn’t survive.
Victor: [with a hint of rogue] I don’t think there’s anything wrong with this.
I immediately shoot him a glare. But he remains unmoved and continues with the unbuttoning process. The dense beads of sweat slightly dampen his dark red dance shirt.
Beneath the gorgeous light, the sparkling and translucent particles are drawn into his firm skin, reflecting a seductive luster.
Those transparent droplets continue to glide down and disappear into the unrevealed territory. They seem to guide one’s line of sight, making them want to see more.
My heartbeat gradually accelerates along with his movements, but the continuous sound of passing footsteps outside the door makes me keep the last ounce of my sanity at bay.
I lift my gaze and meet the rare slyness in his eyes, feeling as if I’ve been gently pricked by something. At this moment, the twisted emotions within me pour down in torrents completely from my heart.
I pick up the wine glass and shove it into his hand, tightly pursing my lips as I pour the champagne. A few drops of translucent wine splash around and land on the backs of our hands.
Victor: [slow, deliberate teasing] Be calm. You’re wasting the wine.
MC: [blushing] Isn’t this happening because a certain someone... anyway, I can’t calm down now.
Seeing me retorting angrily, Victor, on the contrary, gives a beaming smile.
Victor: Oh? Why?
MC: I don’t believe that someone as smart as CEO Victor wouldn’t know why.
Victor: [coquettish tone x1] I really don’t know.
Victor: [x2] After spending a long time with a dummy, there are times when it can get contagious.
MC: ...Victor!
The sweet fragrance of alcohol lingers on the tip of my nose, and along with his provocation, my thoughts are thrown into chaos. I can’t help being the first one to “surrender.”
MC: Don’t you at all feel that your behavior just now was a little too much?
Victor: [deliberately dragging the tail notes] Maybe, or maybe not.
MC: ...anyway, Mr. CEO just won’t admit to the “crime” he committed just now.
I pause for a moment, glancing at his finger resting on the button.
MC: And you still plan to continue doing it, don’t you?
Victor releases a soft laugh, looking at the liquid in his glass with a composed expression.
Victor: Wanting me to listen to what you say, to do what you say – wouldn’t that depend on whether or not a certain someone can show some “sincerity?”
…you almost presented yourself naked in front of other people, and you want me to show “sincerity?”
I grit my teeth in indignation, lifting my wrist, which was about to stop pouring the wine, aloft again.
The raised wine bottle continues to spurt out the golden liquid with a gurgling sound, and an unending stream of wine pours into the glass in his hand.
MC: Is this kind of “sincerity” enough?
The aroma of champagne gradually pervades the air of the lounge, and the wine is about to be filled to the brink. But Victor still wears that expression of remaining calm in the hour of peril.
I start to lose confidence a little, so I can only inwardly bite the bullet and see it to the end without stopping.
At the moment when the golden champagne is about to spill over, Victor finally opens his mouth softly.
Victor: [laughs softly] It’s enough.
I hastily withdraw my hand, stealthily heaving a sigh of relief.
Victor: I admit that I’ve committed a worthy “crime” just now.
Victor: Didn’t a certain someone say just now that she is incapable of occupying the guiding position in front of me? But now it seems that it’s very much in the process of being shaped.
Victor lowers his head and lightly takes a sip of the champagne in a graceful movement, not allowing a single drop of wine to be divulged.
Victor: So next time, just try to “conquer” me.
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✧ [Chapter 4] ✧
Two weeks later, at night. I’m practicing my newly learned dance steps in the dance studio at home.
Although I feel tired after each dance practice, I wake up the next day with high spirits, a positive feeling radiating from my body and mind.
This feeling is particularly strong when I’m working. Compared with the dispirited tone some time ago when I was dragging my body, now my entire being feels as if it’s brimming with energy.
Is this the core Victor was talking about?
Although I’m not too sure, I do find time to practice at home on days when we don’t have class so that I don’t lose this energy.
I look intently at myself in the mirror, and as the last rhythm falls, it jams perfectly with the ending movement.
Victor: That was a pretty good dance.
Following the sound, I turn around and see Victor leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed over his chest. He is wearing a dark-colored bathrobe, and the tips of his hair are slightly wet. It seems that he has just finished his shower.
MC: It seems I don’t feel so embarrassed when I’m not dancing in front of the teacher.
MC: Why don’t you and I dance together and see how it feels?
My gaze lands on his hair, and I shake my head again.
MC: Never mind. You’ve already washed up.
Victor: [laughs softly] It won’t hurt to dance through it once.
He walks up to me before I can answer and extends his palm. I slightly freeze for a moment, then hand my palm to him.
The melody flows slowly, and along with a note soaring intensely, the heavy curtains of the high-pitched and penetrating symphony are pulled open.
I skillfully put my hands on Victor’s shoulders, rise on my tiptoes, and then make my landing on the ground.
In the swaying dance steps, we sometimes cling to each other’s chest, and sometimes we push and pull, spinning and stretching.
Plink.
And along with a sharp flinging back of the head, a few drops of cold water land on my lower jaw, appearing to be the droplets of water from the tips of Victor’s hair.
They glide down my chin to my collarbones, producing an almost unbearable itching sensation. I pull out my hand to wipe them away, only to have it tightly clutched by Victor in the next beat.
MC: ?
I meet his gaze and capture a fleeting glimpse of teasing in the depths of that pair of slender eyes.
Victor: Stay focused.
Without waiting for me to react, Victor’s forearm exerts light pressure and pushes me out of his arms according to the choreography of the dance steps.
The dramatic movements cause the belt of his bathrobe to flap, tracing across the skin of my thighs coarsely.
My eyes can’t help but be drawn to his belt, following it to the corners of his robe, which are twining up in the air.
…wait a second.
Victor has just taken a shower. So right now, he shouldn’t be…?
I’m stunned for a moment, my cheeks flaring up immediately as I’m half-nailed to the spot by this sudden thought of mine.
I subconsciously draw my gaze back. However, an indescribable instinct drives me to lift my wrist and glide it toward his lapel.
Victor lowers his head and looks at me in surprise. I slide down my fingers, taking advantage of the twirling motion to “inadvertently” climb up his chest and “accidentally” tug his collar loose.
Intentionally or otherwise, my fingertips brush over his smooth, tight muscles, leading waves of fine shivers to linger in my heart.
Victor: It seems a certain someone has indeed gained her energy back. She is now daring to make little moves.
The steady, self-sustaining voice lands on my ear, leaving a burning warmth in my auricle. I promptly draw myself away a little, winking at him.
MC: If CEO Victor doesn’t mind, I can step up my moves a little more.
Victor: Is that so? And here I thought, that was the limit of a certain someone’s boldness.
The passionate music happens to reach its climax just at this moment, the melody flooding the entire dance studio. It causes my brain to turn blank for an instant, making me impulsive.
I don’t know if it’s his words that have aroused me to lose my reasons for a moment, or if it’s the faintly discernible instinct in the bottom of my heart that has done it…
Before I can think properly, the restless palm of my hand has already taken advantage of the dance movements and quietly slides over the strong thigh underneath the bathrobe.
Even my finger pads seem to glide through even more dangerous territory.
Victor: [lets out a heavy moan, blushing] …
The fiery beats seem to conceal a fleeting moan. Victor’s movements clearly fall short by a beat, and a slit finally appears in his blazing gaze.
Seeing him being disoriented like this, I can’t help but feel a little proud of myself.
MC: What do you think of my dance?
His wandering eyes gradually settle down little by little and focus on my face once again, flickering with some unknown complex emotions.
Victor: You loosened up quite a lot.
Victor: [dangerously husky tone] However, it’s still not enough.
As soon as the words are out of his mouth, the force around my waist suddenly tightens, shackling me firmly to his fiery chest.
The entire world seems to be instantly taken over by Victor’s scent. The searing heat brands onto every inch of my skin, but the man opposite me doesn’t seem satisfied.
He closely follows my movements, and reminiscent of a wild animal on a hunt, he intertwines all my limbs until our bodies completely fit together.
My cheeks instantly flare into a crimson red. The flaming acceleration of my heartbeat causes my breathing to be thrown into chaos, and I struggle to draw in a deep breath.
MC: [blushing] Wait, this isn’t how the dance works at all, is it?
Victor: A certain someone mustn’t have listened carefully during the class.
Victor: [elaborating the teacher’s words x1] The teacher clearly said that the Paso Doble dance requires very high coordination of your limbs.
Victor: [x2] If you really can’t meet the standard, there’s no need to force it.
Victor: [x3] Amateur entrants can adjust their posture according to their preferences and do improvised dance steps.
The warmth circling my waist gradually shifts downward, holding my body steady as I try to escape.
Victor: [return of the dangerously husky tone, with a hint of rouge x1] Right now, I’m just tweaking it according to my own preference.
MC: But…
He interrupts my powerless retort, his deep and low voice revealing an irresistible intensity.
Victor: [x2] And what’s more, we’ve been practicing these few dance steps for two weeks now. It’s time to make some changes.
He slowly presses on towards me, closing the distance until there isn’t the slightest gap between us.
The burning heat coming from the pit of my stomach makes me vaguely aware of what he means, and I can’t resist accepting all of this seduction in my heart as it comes, but I still try my utmost to hang in there with my mouth.
MC: But didn’t you say that if you want to find your core, you have to do it with a regular set of activities?
Victor: That’s indeed what I said.
Victor: But there are many things in the world that… once you set them into a repetitive and fixed order, they will become monotonous to some extent.
As he says this, he squeezes in the slightly moist skin of his thigh between my legs. It’s as if he wants to open up everything I have to him without the slightest reservation.
Being in touch with an icy sensation behind me, I’m suddenly given a jolt, only to find that I’ve been pressed up against the mirror without even realizing it.
In front of me is the breath I’m familiar with. The slightly ragged breathing disturbs the air between us, and I feel my brain becoming light and airy, as if it has been stripped of oxygen.
Victor lowers his head. His moist kisses land softly and wordlessly in the pit of my stomach, dabbing away a few drops of water that pelt onto there earlier.
I instinctively squint my eyes, feeling the delicate sense of satisfaction flooding my entire chest.
Victor: [that sly, sexy whisper x1] Do you know what needs to be done when something becomes monotonous?
MC: [blushing] Wh-what?
Victor: [x2] Make an improvised mess.
My consciousness is erratic at the moment, and I can’t seem to fully comprehend the meaning of his words. I only feel as if I were being burned by the blazing heat of his voice, and all my feelings seem to rush together to the top of my head.
Through the hazy corner of my eye, I see a dense layer of mist appearing on the surface of the mirror behind me, concealing the overlapping and undulating figures in the mirror.
I withdraw my gaze, using the last ounce of my sanity to focus on the face in front of me.
That pair of eyes, which has always been self-restrained, gradually becomes dazed, reflecting my equally inextricable gaze.
Longingly, I cling even closer to him, until the entire world is invaded and veiled by his breaths.
Amid the chaotic thoughts, the last glimmer of calm reflection flashes through the entirety of my perception––
I seem to clearly understand what my core is.
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✧ [Chapter 4, Memory Silhouette] ✧
It’s early morning on the weekend. The warm sunlight spills over the entire dance studio. Filled with vigor, I tug on my rubber gloves and count the cleaning tools on the floor.
MC: Mop, rags, bucket – we’re all set.
MC: Reporting to CEO Victor, we can start cleaning up the dance studio now~
Victor stands helplessly next to me, silently pulling up the sleeves of his loungewear.
Victor: When I asked a certain someone to find her core, I didn’t mean she has to do every big and small thing.
Victor: We can just call the cleaning auntie. Why go to all this trouble?
MC: [blushing] How can that be! Weren’t we here yesterday…
I subconsciously make a loud retort, my ears immediately burning up a little as I think back to the scenes from last night that made my heart pound and me a blushing mess. Hemming and hawing, I seem to have lost my ability to speak properly.
MC: [blushing] A-anyway, we’d better clean it up ourselves!
Victor gives me an amused look and doesn’t say anything more. He just simply picks up the mop and walks to a corner of the dance studio.
His back is straight, and the slightly blue veins on his arms peek out along with his movements of holding the mop. The sunlight filtering through the window blurs the contours of his sharp jawline.
I stare fixedly at his profile and can’t help but marvel again and again in admiration.
Is there really anyone out there who even makes doing household chores look so captivating?
And at the same time, another voice clamors in a low voice in my heart that I cannot ignore. After staring at Victor for a while, I finally can’t help giving those words a voice as I ask––
MC: Victor… why aren’t you asking me where the steam mop machine at home has gone?
Victor continues to drag the mop without any reaction whatsoever, not even giving me a look.
Victor: I thought you could keep that to yourself for good and not bring it up.
MC: What do you mean?
I tentatively walk up to his side, wiping the mirror while quietly observing his face in the glass.
MC: Did you already notice that the mopping machine is missing?
Victor: If I were as slow as a certain someone, it wouldn’t be surprising at all that this house would be utterly emptied one day.
MC: …humph. Then why didn’t you ask me where it went?
Hearing my words, Victor finally stops his movements and straightens up, giving me a meticulous and careful once–over with a smile in his eyes.
Victor: So that I could see this tentative, fluky, and curious look on a certain dummy’s face right now.
The expression on my face freezes immediately, and I can’t help pouting.
MC: You aren’t curious, are you? Then I won’t tell you~
After saying that, I continue wiping the mirror and catch a glimpse of Victor continuing to mop the floor with a focused expression out of the corner of my eye.
…he can really put up with it, huh. Or is it that he is really not curious?
While I absent-mindedly clean the mirror, the dumbbells, the yoga balls, and all the tables and chairs, I observe Victor’s movements out of the corner of my eyes the whole time.
He cleans the floor on the right side of the dance studio neatly, then wipes his hands and takes out his phone with his back turned to me, not making any new movements for a long time.
What is he looking at? Why so serious?
Victor: …
Hearing him release a perplexed tone, I can’t resist taking advantage of the wiping motion to walk up behind him and sneak a glance.
Seeing that he is reading an email, I promptly withdraw my gaze out of courtesy, but I inadvertently happen to catch one of the lines––
“Your steam mop machine has been repaired. Please come to the store and collect it promptly.”
MC: Eh??
A soft chuckle resounds in my ears. I lift my head and look at the mirror before me, only to see Victor’s eyes colliding with mine in the glass.
MC: Did you already know that I had sent it in for repair after I accidentally broke it?
Victor: I filled in my email address when we first bought it. So, it’s only natural that the store would send the mail to me.
Victor: Even the reason for the damage is clearly noted here––
Victor: [adorable teasing tone] “When teasing a cat with the machine, the body was accidentally knocked to the ground…”
MC: Okay, okay, stop reading…
I smile in embarrassment and cover his phone screen, sheepishly averting my gaze.
Suddenly, a broad palm rubs the top of my head. I lift my eyes and see that Victor seems to be in a very good mood, curling the corners of his lips upward.
Victor: [laughs softly] Of course, I was curious.
Victor: It’s just that a certain dummy has never been very adept at concealing the answer.
Victor: Next time, you can redouble your efforts to do so.
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✧ [Chapter 5] ✧
The end of the year is drawing increasingly nearer. I breathe a long sigh of relief as I conclude processing my final review before the holidays.
The work at the present stage has finally come to an end.
But compared with being relaxed, the feeling that consumes my heart even more is a sense of pride at being able to get things done methodically without wrecking my work and rest balance.
And all of this credit belongs to Victor, who helped me find my core.
I take out my phone and am just about to call him, when Victor’s name jumps up on the screen.
MC: Hey, are you done with your meeting yet?
Victor: Mm, and I’ve also cleared up my schedule for the night.
Victor: Can a certain someone now tell me what exactly is the mysterious “surprise arrangement” she’s been cooking up these last few days?
MC: I simply want to thank CEO Victor for accompanying me in the dance practice. As for the details, you will find out when you get there.
MC: I’ve already given the address to your driver, and Goldman has the outfit I’ve prepared for you in advance!
Victor: [helpless, inaudible laugh] …you’re quite good at managing people.
MC: It’s all because CEO Victor taught me so well~ See you later then!
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Before the evening descends, I arrive at the garden villa guest house ahead of schedule.
According to my arrangements, this place has been vacated in the morning, and some special preparations have been made.
After confirming everything, I come to the suite with the best view and begin to decorate this room with utmost care.
MC: Scented candles, flowers, mood lighting… and red wine! All set!
Elated, I admire my own decorations, take out my phone, and record the setting.
A few moments later, the doorbell to the room rings. I rush to the door at once and straighten my hair, before opening it slowly.
MC: Welcome~
Outside the door, Victor stands against the backdrop of light, the white dance shirt embellished with fine diamonds perfectly framing his physique.
The V-neckline on the chest clings to the surface of his packed muscles, adding a touch of softness and alluring charm to his robust body.
And as his gaze lands on my red dress, a flash of imperceptible daze and breathlessness seems to flicker through his eyes.
I’m unable to grasp the entirety of all this. I just stare blankly at the person in front of me, forgetting to speak for a while.
Victor: Have you seen enough?
I shake my head.
Victor: [laughs helplessly] …let’s go inside, and you can watch more if you haven’t seen enough.
Amused and in a good mood, Victor takes me by the hand as he walks into the room and sweeps his gaze over the decorations inside, a little smile dyeing the light in his eyes.
Victor: [precious, soft laugh] Is this the dummy’s surprise?
MC: This isn’t everything.
I step forward and take his arm, bringing him to the semi-open-air balcony with a wide view while wearing a mysterious look on my face.
Seeing that he is a little puzzled, I draw a step back and solemnly twirl up the corner of my skirt, standing on ceremony before him.
MC: Welcome to Victor and MC’s exclusive ball.
MC: Mr. Handsome CEO, may I have this dance?
As soon as my words fall, a spotlight comes from the direction of the guest house’s wall, enclosing the shadows of the two of us together.
Victor’s motion freezes slightly, followed by his long and narrow eyes gradually rising little by little.
Victor: Of course.
The instant our palms interlace, music begins to play in the garden outside the balcony. We dance to the familiar tune, melding warmly into each other’s arms.
At this moment, a delicate rustling sound breaks out from the sky. Our eyes can’t help being drawn to the source, and we see dazzling red dots of stars emerging high on the horizon.
And in the next instant, bright rose petals sprinkle down like droplets of rain, rendering the crystalline and shimmering lake outside the bay window until it blends in with the warm red of the sky tinged with the colors of sunset.
Victor laughs quietly, a rare softness emerging in the light of his eyes.
Victor: [precious, helpless soft laugh] Now can you explain your arrangements to me?
I purse my lips and take a deep breath of the pleasing fragrance of flowers in the air.
MC: We’ve been learning to dance for so long. We’ve got to “perform” once, right?
MC: And I also really wanted to find a sense of ritual for our dancing lessons.
MC: But I still might feel embarrassed in front of other people, so…
MC: I prepared a ball that belongs only to the two of us.
MC: Most importantly, it’s only you and me here now. So, it’s just “our” time~
Victor glances at the rain of petals descending from the sky, raising the tip of his brows slightly.
Victor: [“still-surprised” laugh] You not only prepared all these, but even reserved the entire place?
Hearing the surprise in his tone, I stick my tongue out.
MC: Thanks to CEO Victor, I’ve made a small fortune as the owner of [MC’s Company Name].
Victor smiles, letting me lightly spin in his arms.
MC: Judging from the expression on your face, it seems like my surprise has been successful?
Victor: Yes, I’m very surprised.
It’s rare for Victor to admit it so candidly, and the tip of his brows seem to have melted into a soft layer of warmth.
Victor: After all, work and dance practice already kept a certain someone very busy during this time.
Victor: It’s hard to imagine that she still had the energy to prepare all this.
MC: I’ve been very, very busy– so busy that at one point, I was writing a proposal and dancing simultaneously in my dreams.
I wink at him, causing the twinkling light flowing in his eyes to sway even more clearly.
MC: But thanks to the best Victor in the world, now I will no longer lose the original rhythm of my life because of being busy.
Victor: [precious, overflowing laughter] A certain someone was very quick to see the light this time.
MC: Of course~ Don’t you know who is the one that taught me~
I raise my chin to him as if to show that he is the one who deserves the credit. And then, I seem to think of something. So, I withdraw my joking expression and stare at him earnestly.
MC: And it’s not just that. I also understood one thing––
MC: Just like eating, sleeping, and laughing heartily, “accompanying the person I love” is something that I cannot allow for its pace to be disrupted.
MC: No matter the situation, it shouldn’t be muddled through for reasons such as “being busy.”
Victor doesn’t say anything, but the ripples shimmering in his eyes lay bare his happy mood.
MC: Come to think of it, this is how you’ve always treated me.
MC: Clearly, you yourself are already very busy. But you still attentively listened to my troubles in the early hours of the morning, found the time to practice dance with me, and helped me regain my stability step by step.
MC: You even secretly got the musical tickets for me and planted the tulips.
Victor laughs softly, drawing us a little closer to each other. I press myself against his chest, quietly listening to that powerful heartbeat.
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[Anika’s Notes]: I mostly skip adding translation notes now since time is very short. But I had to stop here– MC uses the term “聆听,” which is different from the usual “听 (listen).” The term MC used means “listening respectfully,” which conveys a reverent emotion; and adds so much more depth to that seemingly simple action~ ❤️
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MC: And because of that, I realized––
MC: Victor, you are my core.
MC: With you by my side, I won’t be too flustered even if something as big as the sky smashes down on me.
I lift my head and gaze at Victor unwaveringly, as if I were trying to look into his heart.
The only thing left in the surrounding is the melody of the music. Amid the quietude, the light in Victor’s eyes is profound, and it’s as if they are tainted with a misty yearning.
I’m intoxicated by the light in that pair of eyes. Despite so, I ask with a little uncertainty.
MC: Why aren’t you saying anything? Did I say it wrongly?
Hearing my words, he releases a deep laugh. His finger pads fondly caress my lips and cheeks, and they finally rest on my back, holding me steady.
The hem of my skirt flutters in the wind as I gently sit on Victor’s lap, my body leaning back slightly without the slightest apprehension.
Victor bends down following my movements, and his palm clasps around my waist, giving me a sense of complete security just like he’s always given me every time before.
As our breaths entwine in close proximity, I hear his answer.
Victor: [the softest™, sexiest™, striking you in the heart™ whisper to exist x1] You didn’t say it wrongly.
Victor: [x2] It’s just that I realized one thing too.
Victor pauses, his tone of certainty brimming with completely undisguised yearning.
Victor: [x3] Beginning from a very long time ago, a certain someone seems to have firmly believed that I’m the one who is leading her forward.
Victor: [x4] No matter how big or small, she seems to subconsciously seek my advice and my embrace.
Victor: [x5] She will cry endlessly in front of me because of a trivial matter. But when faced with real difficulties, she is more courageous than anyone else.
Victor: [x6] And this girl who loves to cry so much, combined with her courage – she made me unable to take my eyes off her.
Victor: [x7] I thought this contradiction in her was part of the reason that made me addicted to her.
Victor: [x8] But now, I have another answer.
I gaze back into his eyes with some puzzlement and see the colors of night outlining the moving expression on Victor’s face. It’s as if he has got the entire world in his arms.
Victor: [x9 + helpless laugh] Dummy, it’s not that you’re incapable of guiding me left or right.
Victor: [x10] Rather, it’s with your ability to use the softest of words, and the most natural of gestures that…
Victor: [x11] –– you have conquered all of me.
The setting sun quietly conceals its appearance, and the pinkish-purple sunset glow is inlaid with infinite stars, bearing witness to everything that has happened on the balcony.
The eyes in front of me are deep and burning hot, as if there are still more words to be said.
But before I can ask, he gently leans into my ear, giving me the best possible answer.
Victor: [x12] What I mean is, I’ve already been conquered by you a long time ago.
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[CN] Victor’s Heart in Flames Date (Eng Translation)
⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 心焰之约, that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡
[Translation under the cut]
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✧ [CHAPTER 1] ✧
MC: The flight leaves tomorrow morning at 8:30 am, and you will arrive at 2:00 am in the middle of the night… the duration of this business trip is also too long.
Beneath the warm yellow light of the bedroom, I carefully double-check Victor’s itinerary.
I can’t help but sigh softly at the thought of this unexpected intruder of a “trip” that disrupts the Valentine’s Day plans two weeks later.
I look up and am suddenly met with a pair of dark-colored eyes that are still damp with moisture.
Victor: Why are you sighing?
Victor has just finished his shower, the tips of his hair still a little damp. In the dim yellow light of the bedroom, his gaze is lowered toward me, gentle and focused.
MC: It’s certainly not because of the last-minute business trip insertion in a certain big CEO’s schedule.
I raise my head at him, shaking the itinerary in my hand.
MC: We previously agreed we would go to Lake Heart Island on Valentine’s Day for a vacation. But now, you suddenly have to go on a business trip.
MC: So, I…
Victor: [extremely indulgent tone] So, it turns out a certain someone is wearing a frown on her face because she is worried about this.
Victor muses to himself for a moment, speaking slowly.
Victor: This meeting is two weeks long. If I push it, it may not be impossible to make it back in time.
Seeing that he really seems to be pondering over this, I hurriedly wave my hand.
MC: That’d be too much of a rush for you. I’d rather that you be relaxed and attend the meeting.
MC: Also, Pudding is still waiting for Mr. CEO to work hard and buy new canned food for him!
I push down the little disappointment in my heart, laughing as I tease. But Victor’s eyes flicker regardless.
Victor: That’s a very considerate thought for Pudding, but what about you?
Victor: Given a certain dummy’s temperament, won’t you secretly hold a grudge about being “stood up” by me on Valentine’s Day like this?
MC: I’m a very sensible person, so I won’t be that petty!
Victor looks at my perked-up smiling face and pokes my cheek softly with his fingertip.
Victor: [interlaced with a melting smile] This smile that a certain someone has forcibly squeezed out is too stiff.
MC: …
MC: If I’m being honest, of course, I want to spend Valentine’s Day with you.
Seeing that Victor’s eyebrows are slightly lifted, I suddenly feel a little unconvinced and lean closer to him as I speak.
MC: But–– don’t you want to celebrate the festival with me?
MC: You don’t seem to have any particular reaction to this sudden insertion in your schedule?
Victor can’t help but let out a low laugh, raps my forehead, and pulls me towards the bed.
Victor: Not everyone is like a dummy, with all her emotions written brightly all over her face.
Victor: And regarding the reaction you need, haven’t you already done all of that for my part?
I’m about to retort again, but Victor’s gaze has already shifted to a book on the bedside that I’ve just finished reading.
Beneath the dim light, he opens the pages inside the book, which reflects the crooked reading notes I’ve left on them.
He stares at them for a while, the corners of his lips curling up slightly. I don’t know what has come to his mind, but he casually slips the book into his suitcase.
MC: Why are you taking my book with you?
Victor: The trip will be boring. Weren't you clamoring next to my ears before about how beautiful this book is?
Victor: It will be just the thing to kill time.
He wears his usual expression as he speaks, as though this is merely a spur-of-the-moment thing. I, on the contrary, blink in confusion.
I’ve recommended this book to Victor several times before, but he was indifferent. Why does he suddenly want to read it now?
But before I can take the time to think about it, my thoughts are thrown into disorder by the noise next to me. He holds me by the waist and brings me into his arms, and then lifts his hand to turn off the light.
In the darkness, a soft kiss lands on my forehead, just like it always does on every ordinary night.
Victor: [kiss] Sleep.
Victor: The next goodnight kiss will have to wait for two weeks from now.
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✧ [CHAPTER 2] ✧
MC: The cameras are already in place. We can now begin the interviews.
I give Willow an OK signal. She nods and directs herself in front of the camera facing the airport.
When the machines are being tested, Willow comes up to me.
Willow: Boss, you’ve been helping me out over here for three days now.
Willow: Today is Valentine’s. You should go and make a video call to CEO Victor and celebrate the festival together. Leave the scene to us.
I suppress the small disappointment in my heart, smiling as I shake my head.
MC: It’s no problem. CEO Victor is busier than I am, and is probably at some conference table “killing all sides” right now.
MC: I had nothing to do in the past two days anyways. So, I’ll provide more assistance to your program’s shooting.
Willow gives me such a look of gratitude as if words can’t express her thanks. With the microphone in hand, I step into the thin stream of the early morning crowd to start today’s shoot.
This program is an amateur variety show with random interviews on the street. Both the locations and interviewees are randomly selected.
Today’s question is to interview passers-by on how they would declare their love to the person they like, and the chosen location is the Loveland City Airport.
In a place where countless stories of encounters, reunions, and partings are played out every day, there are many strong emotions behind these stories that are fueled by distance and floundering.
This is precisely why we wanted to shoot today’s program on Valentine’s Day.
Passerby A: Declaration of love? I think it’s a very important thing. I specifically chose to come back today to proclaim my love to her!
Passerby B: Every time I see my boyfriend after traveling to faraway places, I always say, “I’ve missed you.” I think it’s the best way to say it.
Passerby C: You can’t hide your liking for someone, and you can’t hide your declaration of love either. When a person comes rushing to see you, you can see their proclamation of love just by looking into their eyes.
The interview process goes very smoothly, and it doesn’t take long for me to gather many fresh materials.
While adjusting the camera, I watch as the lovers look at each other and smile on the screen, and I can’t help but feel slightly lost in my thoughts.
The couples in the camera shots seem to be more open about conveying “I love you, I’ve missed you” and such words when faced with partings and reunions.
If… Victor were here, how would he answer this question?
I’m sure he will say, “Dummy is a dummy. How come she still needs to ask him such a simple question?”
As I think of this, I can already imagine the look of disregard on Victor’s face and can’t help but smile slightly, allowing my thoughts of longing for him to spill endlessly for a short while.
I wonder how his meeting is going at this moment? Would he be thinking about me in the cracks between work, just like I do about him?
However, the sudden clamor of voices in front of me draws my consciousness back to reality.
It’s probably the arrival of some flight, and the airport has already become very crowded while I wasn’t paying attention.
I stand up. As my gaze inadvertently sweeps over the stream of people, I suddenly freeze in place.
A figure I couldn’t be more familiar with emerges before my eyes–– it’s Victor.
The person I was longing for just a second ago has now appeared in front of me. My body is already ahead of my thoughts, and I involuntarily move my legs and run in his direction.
Why is he here? Did his work end early? Has he just landed, or has it already been a long time since he arrived?
Countless thoughts pop into my head, but I don’t have the time to mull over them. All I can think about is running to him quickly.
I trot over to Victor’s side. He is leaning back in the chair with his eyes slightly closed, and a hint of weariness can be faintly seen between his eyebrows.
The early morning sunlight filters in through the huge French windows, falling lightly on his eyelashes, the bridge of his nose, and his pursed lips.
He is attired in a black shirt, and a thick overcoat is draped over his shoulders. The suitcase is casually set aside. It looks as if he was in a rush to get back.
Right now, I don’t want to disturb Victor for a while. But as soon as my footsteps stop, Victor opens his eyes.
He glances at the microphone in my hand and doesn’t look surprised in the slightest, but rather as if he’s already been waiting for a long time.
Victor: Working on Valentine’s Day… it seems Producer MC is very dedicated to her work.
His tone is as casual as if it were simply an ordinary morning, as if the meeting between us has not crossed ten days and six hours.
Looking at the coming and going passers-by in the surroundings and the flight information at the exit, I open my mouth tentatively.
MC: CEO Victor, you shouldn’t be… especially waiting for me here, right?
Victor: A certain someone is working conscientiously, and I certainly wouldn’t be rash to disturb her.
He answers my question in an understated manner and suddenly shoots me a glance.
Victor: But, are you thinking that I shouldn’t be back so early?
MC: After all, you were preparing to go to a very important meeting when we were on video call last night…
MC: But now, you suddenly appeared at the Loveland City Airport at this hour. Don’t tell me that–– you–– went to catch a flight as soon as the meeting ended?
Victor lifts his eyes slightly, neither admitting nor denying.
The speculations that sprung up have now settled, and I feel a sweet sense of satisfaction flooding my heart.
MC: Ooh~ You’ve come back especially for me, to spend the festival with me, haven’t you?
In the face of my blatant probing, Victor is still economical with words as ever, getting up and picking up his suitcase.
Victor: [a little self-deprecating laugh] The work ended early, so I came back, that’s all.
Suspicious, I look behind Victor. None of the staff who accompanied him are here, and he himself appears travel-worn.
All these signs point to the fact that he returned to the country alone immediately after the meeting.
With this thought in mind, I’m suddenly tempted to tease him. Rolling my eyes, I point the microphone in my hand to the person in front of me.
MC: Since you are here, would you like to be interviewed as well, Mr. CEO?
Before Victor can say anything, I finish asking the question in one breath.
MC: I’m the program crew of the “Random Questions Challenge,” and we are having a special airport shoot here. Now, I’d like to invite CEO Victor to answer a question.
MC: When faced with the person he likes, how would CEO Victor declare his love?
Victor knits his brows into a frown as if he wants to refuse outright.
But seeing the expectant look on my face, he glances down at his wristwatch and then looks up at me again, his voice low and mellow.
Victor: At 6:30 am in Loveland time, I’m already standing in front of her. This is my answer.
My heart suddenly flutters at his answer, only to hear Victor’s voice resounding again.
Victor: I also have a question for Producer MC.
MC: Hm? What?
Victor: If I remember correctly, you are not in charge of this project.
Victor: So, you can consider whether you’d like to reschedule your today’s time and give it to me?
I subconsciously look at Willow, who is watching the scene excitedly from afar, and she repeatedly makes “OK” gestures to me. I look at Victor, the corners of my lips curling up.
MC: There’s no need to consider. My time has always belonged to you, most willingly.
Victor smiles and takes my hand in his, his long eyelashes haloing a small shadow under his eyes.
Victor: Then come with me, Big Producer.
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✧ [CHAPTER 3] ✧
Looking at the constantly speeding scenery outside the window, I turn my head to look at Victor for the third time.
MC: Is that meeting really not going to be affected? What about the follow-up conclusion? Have you sorted out everything, and…
Before I can finish my sentence, he taps me on the head with his free hand.
Victor: Since I was confident to come back, of course, these things have already been taken care of.
He pauses, speaking slowly as he stares straight ahead.
Victor: Instead of worrying about this, you should think about how we are going to enjoy the day later.
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We’ve already arrived at our destination in the midst of the conversation. I look up as I get out of the car and can’t help but stare blankly.
MC: This is… the Lake Heart Island?
As far as my vision expands, there is a lake reminiscent of a mirror, with picnic cloths, bouquets, wine, and desserts neatly laid out on the meadow by the lake.
Not far away, there are also balloons in the shape of flowers fluttering in the wind. Everything is filled with a romantic and festive atmosphere.
Victor: [extremely soft laugh] A certain someone’s anxiously longed-for vacation on Lake Heart Island has come true, so how come she is frozen here in a daze?
MC: You seem to have arranged everything again without me knowing a single thing.
MC: Happiness appeared too suddenly, so I’m a bit in a trance…
Hearing my words, Victor laughs softly.
Victor: Just this makes you happy?
Victor: Dummy, you don’t need to be so easily satisfied.
Victor: The things prepared here are more than what you see in front of you. Let’s walk further ahead and see.
With a smile on his face, Victor holds out his hand to me. The sunlight outlines his figure in a warm silhouette, and he seems to almost blend in with the landscape.
Everything that is happening before my eyes feels so sudden, but there is only one thing that I have no doubt about. Victor, at this very moment, is by my side.
I reach out my hand, covering his palm with mine.
MC: Then I must trouble CEO Victor. Please walk me through the inspection~
The emerald green meadows, the fluttering clusters of balloons, and the fiery wildflowers scattered as far as the eyes can see…
More and more scenery crashes onto my horizon, akin to a picture scroll slowly unfolding. But, I feel a little puzzled.
MC: When I looked at the pictures on the internet, I had the impression that the island wasn’t that pretty.
MC: Now, the meadows on the lakeside seem to have been trimmed, and there are balloons and colored ribbons hanging on the reeds…
MC: You were abroad before. How did you even have time to decorate here?
He shoots a glance at the swaying balloons in the distance, the traces of a smile flashing through his eyes.
Victor: Aren’t these all the bedtime wishes of a certain dummy?
I think back to the conversation with Victor the night before he left. My heart quivers slightly, as if Pudding is rubbing on it with his tiny paws.
MC: When did CEO Victor become my very own “wishing genie”~
MC: If I had known earlier that it would be effective, I would have wished for something else at the time.
Victor looks at me, seeming a little surprised.
Victor: What wish do you have that has not been fulfilled?
Victor: While your very own “wishing genie” is right here, say it.
His tone is natural. I think about it for a moment, then open my mouth meaningfully.
MC: I want to know, apart from arranging everything here today…
MC: Is there anything else you’d like to say to me?
MC: After all, we’re seeing each other again after being apart for ten days.
I quietly cast out the bait. But Victor gives me a deep, examining look, his gaze tracing over my cheeks.
Victor: [teasingly serious tone x1] It can be seen that you ate well and slept properly during this time.
Victor: [x2] I’m very relieved.
MC: …
Not hearing the words I want to hear, I feel a little angry. However, I suddenly catch a teasing smile sparkling in Victor’s eyes.
I let out “humph” twice and decide to make persistent efforts. Thereupon, I pretend to act shamelessly and drag Victor to sit on the grass.
MC: Victor, I’m a little tired. How about we rest here for a while on the picnic cloth?
Victor: [incredibly indulgent, teasing tone] Tired before walking even two steps? I think a certain dummy is craving the desserts here.
MC: It’s perfectly natural and justified for a dummy to crave desserts~
While saying this, I suddenly catch sight of a bottle of wine on the side and feel that it looks a little familiar. After uncorking the bottle, I take a sniff and immediately look at him in amazement.
MC: This fragrance… it seems a bit like that home-brewed wine we bought at the Rose Festival before?
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[Tidbits]: MC is referring to their “Rose All Day” date in EN; where they went to South America for the Rose Festival, and… ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
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Victor takes the wine from my hand and pours it into a glass.
Victor: We didn’t get more than a few sips back then. Afterward, I found the shop owner and got the wine recipe after some twists and turns.
He hands me the wine glass overflowing with fragrance, his eyes carrying within them a little teasing.
Victor: But before I had a chance to introduce it, a certain impatient person had already opened it.
I take a sip of my wine, but hearing Victor’s words cause me to be slightly stunned.
MC: So, did you brew this bottle of wine yourself?
As I bite out these words in a cadence, Victor reaches over and pinches my face.
Victor: How come you’re drunk after just one sip?
MC: I’m not drunk, and you still haven’t answered my question yet.
Victor: With such an obvious answer, do you still need to ask me again?
As he says this, he unhurriedly pours himself a glass. The soft afternoon sunlight descends on his cheeks, reflecting the contours of his chiseled side profile.
Watching his leisurely appearance, I recall my series of “failed” attempts today, and I’m somewhat unable to contain myself any longer.
That little scuttling thought in the bottom of my heart drums on, making clamors.
I tilt my head back and take a big gulp of the wine. And just at the right moment, I reach out and hook my arms around Victor’s neck.
He reacts extremely quickly and holds me by the waist. By inertia, we both fall uncontrollably onto the grass together.
Thump––
The sweet scent of the meadow spreads to the tip of my nose, and I aim precisely at Victor’s lips, kissing them without letting up.
Amid the rich rose aroma of the wine, I have my wish fulfilled as I watch Victor’s eyes widen slightly.
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✧ [CHAPTER 4] ✧
I desperately try to pry Victor’s lips open, but I can’t seem to get it to work.
Just as I’m trying hard to find a gap with the tip of my tongue, I suddenly hear a soft laugh from the man underneath me.
He slightly loosens his tightly closed lips and teeth, while his other hand caresses the back of my head, forcing me to press even closer.
All of a sudden, the active one becomes him. The tip of his tongue softly brushes against my lips, inducing me to pass the wine into his mouth little by little amidst the intertwining.
It seems that he has also shackled my waist casually. Clearly, I’m the one who took the initiative for the action, but unknowingly at some point, it has entirely turned into him being the one making demands little by little.
Just when my thoughts are getting chaotic and misty, I quietly open my eyes and see his tightly closed eyes and well-defined eyelashes.
The tips of his ears are also flushed, which seem to have been warmed up from the kiss.
It’s said that people who involuntarily close their eyes during kissing must like the other person very much.
I feel as if I’ve been softly hit with something in my heart. I close my eyes and ferry the last of the wine into another soft spot as our lips and teeth tangle.
It’s not until the wine is completely consumed that I let go of Victor and straighten up my upper body.
His deep eyes gaze at me, seemingly a little moist, but there is a desire surging within them that he is patiently holding back.
I imitate Victor’s usual demeanor of remaining calm and collected, purse my moist lips, and look at him.
MC: …w-was the wine delicious?
Victor doesn’t answer me directly, but I suddenly feel a force behind my waist abruptly pulling me to his body.
Uncontrollably, I brace my hands against Victor’s chest and gaze at him intently, but I can’t help feeling a little nervous in my heart.
However, he is not in a rush to answer. Instead, he lifts his hand and runs his index finger over my lips, as if to wipe away the wine stains for me.
Only after completing all of his unhurriedly and methodically does he meet my gaze, his voice deep and low.
Victor: You gave me the wine. Of course, it tastes delicious.
Victor: But that’s not the main purpose of my rushing back today.
MC: What do you want to do then?
I stare at him wide-eyed, and he seems to confirm whether I’m a little soberer at the moment, his eyes stirring slightly.
The next second, the back of my head is cupped by his palm, pressing me close until I’m right in front of his eyes.
Before I can bring myself to react, I’m caught off guard and feel soft lips crushing mine as they run over my lips.
And then a warm object pries open my teeth, bringing with it an irresistible tenderness and allowing me to drown in this rose-scented ecstasy.
All my strength is slowly being drained from my body, and it’s only when my head is spinning that I feel him letting me off a little, enabling me to take a big breath.
Victor’s deep and low voice sounds next to my ear, and the breaths he exhales tickle my earlobe.
Victor: [whispering into your heart x1] That book of yours I took with me before on the business trip is a collection of essays on the scenery from different places.
Victor: [x2] I saw that you underlined all the places you liked and even wrote your own evaluation next to them.
I don’t understand why Victor suddenly brought this up, so I grunt a “hmm” in confusion and ask him a question.
MC: [blushing] So, did you see any places you liked in it?
Victor releases a low laugh, his finger pads caressing my neck with the greatest of yearnings.
Victor: [x3] After reading the various evaluations of a certain dummy, those places… all of them became dull.
Victor: [x4] They can’t be compared to one ten-thousandth of what I’m seeing now.
My heart suddenly skips half a beat. Blinking slowly, I look into those eyes that are still unruffled even now and speak in feigned surprise.
MC: So, it turns out that the scenery you’ve been longing for the most is the Lake Heart Island of Loveland City!
Victor: [literally chokes] …
Victor pauses speechlessly, nudging the tip of my nose.
Victor: [helplessly] Don’t ask a question you already know the answer to.
MC: I really don’t know what you’ve been longing for the most, unless… you tell me directly?
I hint meaningfully at Victor, and he seems to understand something, a smile brewing in his eyes.
Victor: What do you want to hear me tell you directly?
MC: Mr. CEO, don’t ask a question you already know the answer to.
Looking at my clenched fists, he suddenly laughs in spite of himself and opens his mouth unhurriedly.
Victor: [inadvertently lets his heavenly laughter spill] When a person likes someone, it’s not all conveyed by what they say, but rather by what they do. This is the simplest of truths.
MC: Of course, I know that. We’ve spent so much time together, and the things we’ve done for each other–– it’s enough to stand testament to our feelings for one another.
I pause, a little shy, and speak slowly.
MC: The fact that you could appear in front of me today is the best and the happiest gift I could’ve received.
MC: But every now and then, especially on special days…
MC: I also want to hear the most direct and heartfelt words from the CEO, who ordinarily doesn’t wear his emotions on his face.
MC: [blushing] Perhaps it’s because, in front of you, I’m becoming more and more greedy.
I stare straight into his eyes, and my cheeks are somewhat burning hot. The sunlight is reflected in Victor’s eyes, illustrating the dark-colored waves billowing within them.
After a while, he slightly tugs at the corners of his lips.
Victor: What you want, it seems, is something a little more direct.
MC: Mm. As expected, Mr. CEO has picked up on it.
Victor: I still haven’t fully comprehended it. I need the Big Producer to teach me again.
MC: …CEO Victor, do you require my teaching?
I deliberately lean closer to him, pouting defiantly. Victor looks at me, his fingertips gently brushing over my lips, his voice low and hoarse.
Victor: [overflowing roguish tone x1] Of course. I also have moments when I need to humbly ask for your guidance.
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[Tidbits]: The role-playing conversation here is a direct throwback to Victor’s Heart’s Content Date~ 𓆩♡𓆪
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Victor: [x2] Just begin… with what you want to say to me right now.
There is a certain seduction in his voice, and the warmth of his finger pads still seems to linger on my lips.
My heart skips a beat, remembering the kiss just now that caused me to be bedazzled and fascinated.
The many words that have churned my mind before, at this very moment, it seems I’ve been given the possibility to say them aloud.
MC: Then you aren’t allowed to dislike my childish words.
Victor: [in a heartbeat] When have I ever disliked you?
He asks me back in a very soft voice, with an earnest look in his eyes.
Looking into his serene eyes, I take a moment to organize my words before I summon the courage to speak in a low voice.
MC: [blushing] …Victor, you are the most unique and unmatched existence I’ve ever encountered in all my life.
I subconsciously lift my eyes to look at him as I speak. Seeing that his eyebrows are raised for a fleeting moment, I sheepishly assume that he will complain.
But a moment later, I hear Victor’s deep and low voice resounding slowly.
Victor: [incredibly solemn yet soft tone x1] MC, you are the most unique and unmatched existence I’ve ever encountered in all my life.
He follows me word for word, saying aloud what I’ve just said. My breathing suddenly comes to a standstill for a moment.
Those words seem to turn into some kind of magic, falling into my mind in a cluster of sparks that explode with a loud rumble, urging me to go on.
MC: [blushing] …you are also the most beautiful scenery to me.
I feel Victor��s fingers casually sinking into the gaps of mine, interlocking our ten fingers. And at the same time, he looks directly into my eyes, his gaze not concealing any emotions in the slightest.
Victor: [x2] You are also the most beautiful scenery to me.
I take a deep breath and finish my sentence, which originally wasn’t very long.
MC: So, Happy Valentine’s Day!
Victor: So, Happy Valentine’s Day.
Time seems to stand still for an instant. The sunlight charges across the meadow, landing on the corner of Victor’s eyes and the tip of his brows. And he looks at me, his eyebrows slightly raised.
He seems to be asking, “Is this the end?”
I open my mouth, but I’m unable to say anything more, feeling as the temperature of my cheeks ascends involuntarily, and my heart pounds more and more loudly.
Victor doesn’t say anything either, only stares at me quietly.
Under his focused gaze, all the courage I’ve mustered before seems to have vanished at this moment, and I lower my eyelashes a little shyly.
MC: [blushing] Victor, actually…
But before I can finish my sentence, I suddenly feel a hand clasping around my waist, pulling me closer to the man in front of me once more.
At the same time, I hear Victor’s low and hoarse voice.
Victor: [extremely™ soft sigh interlaced with laughter] MC, close your eyes.
I’m not sure why, but I close my eyes. In the darkness, my sense of hearing becomes sharper, and I can hear Victor’s breathing, along with his voice.
Victor: Dummy is a dummy. How come you still need to ask me such a simple question?
He says the exact same words as I expected him to, and I can’t help but slightly curl the corners of my lips into a smile.
Victor: Since you don’t understand, I will break it down word by word and tell you.
He pauses; his voice is low and mellow, reminiscent of wine.
Victor: I took your book with me on my business trip because I knew I would miss you.
Victor: It’s not all because of your words that I rushed back today.
Victor: It’s even more because I wanted to be by your side and spend this festival in the name of lovers.
He pauses for a moment, speaking slowly.
Victor: The answer to that question you asked me early in the morning–– now I can answer you again.
A light evening breeze seems to brush my face amid the darkness. And I don’t need to open my eyes to know that it must be a good time for the sunset glow to spread across the horizon.
My heart is also like the evening sunset, as if waiting to be ignited into blazing flames by Victor’s words.
Victor: Happy Valentine’s Day.
The next moment, I hear him whispering the immediate source of fire in my ears.
Victor: I love you, MC.
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[Calls and Moments]: Here! ♡
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[Afterthoughts, will recommend to not skip, but only if you have time since it’s pretty long haha]
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