James looked into my eyes and smiled, “Lily Sanders, do you remember the first time you
held my hand?”
Memories gradually filled my mind. I remembered, I would remember that day till I die.
After working for a year post–graduation, I met James. I pursued him for a long time, and finally, holding flowers with a nervous heart, I confessed to him seriously. At that time, I was so afraid that James would reject me.
But he didn’t. He agreed.
I was so happy, carefully and tentatively reached out to hold his hand. But before it could even warm up, he avoided it and said, “Did… did you wash your hands?”
I really wanted to thank him.
Maybe it was because my full enthusiasm was hurt by his avoidance, I felt very uncomfortable, lowering my head feeling like I had been disliked. Thinking about it now, he even stuttered a bit when he spoke.
“Actually, if you had looked up, you would have seen that my face was red. At that time, I wasn’t disgusted with you, but at a loss, habitually using common phrases to cover up.”
“Later, I kept thinking, if you had taken the initiative one more time, maybe I really wouldn’t have been able to refuse.”
I was momentarily stunned, and a bit embarrassed. I quickly said, “Why are you telling me all this? That was so long ago.”
James let go of my face and said casually, “If you don’t want to hear it, forget it. But I did do wrong in the past. Now it’s my turn to take the initiative.”
I was frozen on the couch, carefully savoring his words, feeling a sense of bittersweet
victory.
I never thought I would hear these words from James’s mouth. I couldn’t understand it.
I really couldn’t understand it.
So I opened my mouth and asked, “How did you suddenly realize this?”
James’s deep eyes stared at me and said, “After you sexually harassed me.”
Me, “…”
Facts have proven that it’s easier to move mountains than to change one’s nature. I
watched helplessly as James’s brows remained furrowed in a “JII” shape as he, wearing gloves, cleaned my house spotless and even cooked a meal, just like when we lived together before.
I always knew that James was actually a very diligent person, perhaps his innate germaphobia didn’t allow him to have any dirty or messy places at home.
He is a person with terrifying self–discipline, while I am a person without germaphobia and very poor self–discipline.
I silently cried in my heart, then moved my legs and sat down shamelessly at the dining table with delicious–looking and smelling food.
I was about to start eating when suddenly a glass of warm water appeared beside me, and then a palm stretched out with four pills lying on it.
James frowned and said, “Take the medicine before eating.“
