Feelings

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"With my current ability, I can't separate you from her, you who have almost become her second personality, without hurting you both" Christian conveyed his dilemma. 

Christian and Alexis shared a moment of helplessness, and Christian continued, "So, I've chosen this method to let you come out on your own."

Alexis questioned, "Will this method allow me to live like a living person?"

Despite being upset with Christian's statement, Alexis realized there were more important matters at hand. "What else do I need to do? You mentioned that returning from the painting world was just the first step."

Christian nodded, "Of course, there's a lot more work ahead. But can we change our positions for now?"

As Christian shifted his posture, Alexis, who was riding on his waist, felt an impulse. Her face turned red, and she quickly dismounted but teased, "It seems you're not immune to Sally's charms"

Alexis chuckled, "How could anyone resist such a beauty after spending so much time together?"

Christian sat up from the carpet, musing, "If it were Sally instead of you, we might have had a wonderful night."

Alexis raised an eyebrow, "Oh? What was holding you back before?"

Christian was about to continue with some nonsense, but something clicked in his mind. He examined the blond girl in front of him closely and realized, "Sally"

Sally beamed, slapped Christian's raised arm, and exclaimed, "Smack!!"

Both were taken aback. Christian asked, "Why did you hit me?"

Sally replied, "For Alexis, You liar"

Charlize had been awake during the conversation between Christian and Alexis, despite having been hidden in her subconscious mind. Embarrassed, Christian tried to explain to Alexis, who had already concealed her subconscious thoughts.

"You're blaming me?" Christian protested, but it was too late. The smile on Sally's face made Christian realize that he had overlooked something.

Sally found it strange, "Why did you block me?"

Christian answered, "Because you were going to hit me."

Though from a female perspective, Sally felt that men who did wrong deserved a good slap, it was clear that men were not obligated to agree, especially someone like Christian who didn't think he did anything wrong.

Sally inquired, "Don't you think what you're doing is too much for Alexis?"

Christian admitted, "It might be too much. My Master warned me not to get too emotionally attached to ghosts, let alone consider their feelings, as it would ultimately harm both them and the living. The priority should be the living"

Christian questioned, "Are you alive?"

Charlize clarified, "But isn't this cruel for harmless ghosts like Alexis?"

This harsh reality dawned on Christian, particularly as Alexis was a ghost, like his Master, who gave him this advice, which made his perspective unconvincing.

Christian ran his fingers through his hair in distress. Over the past six months, as he struggled to regain his spell-casting abilities, he had gradually come to realize that perhaps the Old Ghost's advice wasn't entirely accurate. Or rather, the Old Ghost was technically correct, but what was right in theory might not always be right for an individual, especially when it clashed with their desires.

It was akin to a Junior high school political science textbook filled with famous quotes; while every statement may be true, how many people could truly follow them? If the right course of action couldn't be implemented, what differentiated right from wrong? For most people, correctness wasn't the primary concern; it was merely a starting point for their actions.

Then he asked himself, 'Do I want Alexis to disappear?'

After a long contemplation, he shook his head and admitted, "I might owe her an apology."

Charlize smiled mischievously and replied, "Don't worry, I'll make sure to convey it to you."

And just like that, she raised her hand again and delivered another resounding slap to Christian's raised arm.

"Can't you stop doing that?"

"I can't."

Christian was utterly puzzled by the situation. "Why did you hit me this time, right after hitting me for Alexis earlier?"

"For myself," Charlize's rosy lips pursed slightly in what seemed like anger.

"I'm jealous"

Hearing this admission, Christian found himself at a loss for words. His relationship with Charlize had always been ambiguous, with unspoken tensions preventing them from taking their connection further. Now, because of Alexis's complications, Charlize had heard things Christian hadn't wanted her to hear, making their relationship even more complex.

Charlize continued, "You claimed you separated Alexis from me for my safety. But the truth is, you probably did more for her in this matter, didn't you?"

"Probably," Christian conceded, unable to deny the validity of Charlize's statement.

"In that case, let me hit you, I'll forgive you if I do"

"No" Christian refused, even though Charlize had just woken up, her hormone-driven audacity was off the charts, and her intentions were clear. He didn't want her to develop a habit of acting without reason.

"Then try blocking me again" Charlize challenged, her face provokingly close as she grabbed Christian's arm.

Christian sighed. This time, he didn't resist the sudden, passionate kiss; that no man could have. When they finally separated, Charlize had a triumphant smile on her face.

"How was that?" she asked.

Christian could only bow his head at this point. Charlize, however, wasn't finished; she lightly traced her finger along his lower abdomen, sending shivers down his spine. With the voice of a playful wild cat, she murmured, "Also, I distinctly remember that when you were with me before, you never..."

Enough! Three things at once.

Christian finally let go of all inhibitions and pushed the girl down onto his dusty carpet with both hands. The girl's eyes showed surprise, but her lips curved into a smile. Her golden hair was spread out naturally, resembling bright moonlight in the dark room.