Chapter 28 Don't Regard a Confession as the Ending of a Dream

Listening to these words that could be regarded as words spoken with desperate effort, Blake was stunned. Do people all have the same reaction when encountering unexpected things?

That day, when Blake confessed to me, the words that involuntarily came out of my mouth were exactly the same as the words that Blake is now murmuring to himself. He even forgot to blink.

Looking at the motionless Blake in front of me, I forgot the shame from just now and couldn't help but laugh.

"...Why are you laughing?"

Suddenly seeing my shoulders trembling with laughter, Blake pouted and said angrily. His face like a sulking child is somehow very cute.

"Is it some kind of punishment game?"

"Fool, how could it be."

I gave a wry smile and gently knocked on his shoulder with my fist, wondering how he could have such an idea. At this time, Blake hugged me again.

"If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up."

"Hey, Blake. Why are you so negative."

Hearing Blake's unexpected words, I sighed. The arm with which he was hugging me tightened even more and I could barely breathe. But at this moment, my pounding heart hurts even more than this.

Being hugged by the person I like is so thrilling. I haven't felt this way for a long time. Before when Blake touched me, my heart would also beat faster, but now the feeling is a bit different.

I feel like I'm surrounded by warm air and floating lightly. Just like what Blake said—I also hope this isn't a dream.

"So many unexpected things have happened since just now. If this isn't reality, I don't think I can recover."

Blake muttered in a low voice like talking to himself. I looked up at his profile. His tightly knitted brows and lowered eyes made people feel extremely sad. Seeing his profile, my heart ached a bit. Just how much does he care about me?

"Don't casually take someone else's confession as the ending of a dream."

Infected by his sad mood, I pulled the hem of the suit jacket with my fingertip. Blake murmured an apology in a low voice. But his expression still wasn't very clear.

"Am I causing trouble?"

Seeing Blake looking glum, my heart ached. He might be confused but doesn't seem happy. My heart aches even more. I don't quite like Blake showing such an expression.

Remembering that missed thing that time and the back of him leaving flashed through my mind. I'm worried about what I should do if he lets go of my hand again. I'm almost about to cry.

"How could it be."

"Then why are you making such an expression?"

Blake seemed to sense that I was about to cry and hurriedly raised his head. Looking at him, his brows slowly knitted together again. Seeing his expression, I couldn't help but sigh. Why does he always make such an expression?

"Sorry. Really, my mind is completely blank now."

Blake was looking around restlessly rarely seen before. I shrugged. When he saw my action, he became even more confused. Maybe it's useless to be anxious now. With such a sudden thing happening, I think I myself might not be able to keep up either. No, it's because I can't keep up with this sudden development that my mind becomes confused and I don't know what to do. I'm the one who is like this first.

Thinking of this, I find it a bit funny.

"Blake didn't expect to be so weak in such matters."

"This kind of thing is only like this with respect to teacher you."

I tilted my head and looked at him with a smile. Suddenly Blake's cheeks flushed. His somewhat troubled smile made my heart race.

"I still prefer to see Blake smile."

No matter when, seeing Blake smile makes me feel happy. Although my heart will pound and I'll feel uneasy, seeing him smile also makes me happy. Attracted by the smile that he has been expecting all along, I involuntarily stretched out my arm.

"Tea, teacher."

The Blake in front of me widened his eyes and looked at me like never before. When I saw his expression, at the same time, I blocked his lips that seemed to want to say something with my own lips.

"Uh, that."

Because of this instant thing, Blake staggered a step backward. He covered his mouth with one hand, lowered his head and his gaze wandered. I know he is trying hard to understand the current situation. It's interesting to watch him.

"This isn't a dream, right."

Seeing that in the end Blake held his head and was dejected, I said with a smile. He murmured please forgive me and then squatted on the ground. Seeing his rarely seen flustered appearance like this, a feeling similar to a sense of superiority welled up in my heart.

"Teacher is really strong once let loose."

I stroked the completely dejected Blake's head. His head leaned slightly towards my hand. Come to think of it, this is the first time I touch Blake's hair. I stroked his beautiful hair that is bright and smooth. He slightly shrank his shoulders as if it was a bit itchy.

In a completely opposite position from usual—I myself also think that this let-loose appearance of mine is bad, but I have had such a character since I was young. Once my mood calms down, I won't be too afraid.

In this kind of situation that is half making an unfounded argument, I met Blake again. I truly felt that I like him and admitted this. All the troubles before disappeared and I felt that I myself became a lot more relaxed.

"Blake, if you want to say this is an illusion, do it now."

"Ah?"

This is a tough lie to the flustered Blake—Now that it has come to this, even if he says so, I won't back down.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Hearing my muttering in a low voice, Blake sighed and raised his head. His expression was a bit angry. I blinked and he grabbed the hand with which I was touching his hair.

"This is my line. However, even if you say this is an illusion, I won't let you go."

He said this, slowly curved the corners of his mouth upward and smiled, and then gently kissed the finger he was holding. Somehow, whenever Blake touches me like this, my heart feels constricted. This isn't because of shyness or confusion but because of affection. But I still don't understand the reason for this heartache.

"I like you more than anyone else."

Hearing Blake speaking this sentence gently, my originally let-loose heart was easily touched. My face burned and my heart was beating extremely fast like usual. Maybe I'm still not as good as Blake. His feelings make me extremely happy but there is also a bit of unwillingness. My stubbornness and vanity showed at this time.

But looking at the smiling Blake in front of me, I think these boring things don't matter at all.