"Okay," Alice replied, her voice carrying a tinge of sadness. She turned and walked away from the door with a downcast expression.
Just observing her reddened face would evoke sympathy from most men. It seemed that she shared her big sister's innate ability to become more charismatic when in distress.
However, I was not like most other men. My willpower was as unyielding as stone; no woman could tempt me. No woman could sway me with mere tears. I was not a simp; I represented the epitome of masculinity in the world after all.
'Walk faster so I can finally check my stats,' I whispered to myself as I held my assault rifle ready, just in case she change her mind and attack me. I kept an eye on her through the monitor, feeling like I couldn't fully relax until she had left my house.
She stayed for a few more minutes, shedding tears and seeking comfort from Alyssa. I watched the whole scene until she finally left the house.
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"Status"
