Virtual and Real: When I Decided to Leave

The guy in Grandpa's mouth was Maxwell.

Jason's twin brother.

The two brothers rarely appear together, so there was a chance to impersonate each other. Jason despised it, but Maxwell liked this kind of game.

I was often fooled by him when I was a child.

Grandpa was in a bad mood after being tricked in a game of chess, and he sent us away in less than half an hour.

The old man had such a strange temper. I turned around and said to Jason, "Take me back."

Jason smiled and said, "Are you annoyed with me?"

I raised an eyebrow and smiled back, "Yes, I'm annoyed with you. Give me the keys, I'll drive your car back."

Jason touched his pocket and said, "It seems like I dropped the keys."

He turned back to get them.

He still did not fix the habit of being forgetful.

I opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

In less than a minute, he walked back and sat in the car, quickly fastened his seatbelt, and said to me, "Let's go."

I lowered my head and played with my phone, lazily responding with a sound of agreement.

The car turned out of the alley, and I asked him for a tissue to wipe the screen of my phone. He said there were none in several places.

I scolded him for being senile.

He tilted his head and laughed, with a slightly lower tone.

"Sorry, I'm not familiar with this car."

"It's your car, who else would be familiar with it..."

I was halfway through my sentence when I suddenly realized something and turned back abruptly.

Maxwell leaned over and leaned on the steering wheel, the lip ring on the corner of his left mouth shining brightly, teasingly smiling at me.

I looked at him for a while.

"Why are you wearing clothes from Jason today?"

Maxwell raised his eyebrows, huh?

I said, "He doesn't look as good as you, why imitate him?"

Maxwell's eyes flashed with surprise as he squinted and scrutinized me.

I lowered my head and glanced at my wristwatch. "Hurry up, I need to catch up on the TV series I'm following."

Maxwell's eyes became even more strange, but he slowly raised his arm and started the car.

Actually, during the moments of silence, I was reviewing the plot of this novel in my mind.

This novel was not only a classic example of abusive literature, but it was also extremely long and poorly written.

The first one million words were about my parents' love story, which was the tragic romance between my mother Jane and a scumbag.

The latter one million words were about the second generation story, which included me, Jason, and Maxwell.

We were not a tacky love triangle.

He and Jason have a stable love triangle with Jason's lover.

And I was the catalyst of emotions, the generator of contradictions - the tool woman supporting role.

Damn it, the tool girl was online and irritable.

Could you also mess with the female lead? He had his lover, and you had yours as well.

They were used to their quirks.

Maxwell suddenly broke the silence. "Have you considered what I told you before?"

I looked up, confused. "What?"

Maxwell smiled. "Seduce Jason."

I took a deep breath and looked at him seriously. "Instead of seducing him, why not seduce you?"

Maxwell was startled by me, his mouth twitched, and his expression was a bit overwhelmed.

"Do you like me?"

So narcissistic.

But I wanted to see his continued reaction to collapse, and I approached him with a smile. "I like it, especially your lip piercing."

Maxwell's long and beautiful eyes widened.

I stared curiously at the lip piercing and asked, "Does it hurt?"

He hesitated and answered, "No... it doesn't hurt."

I looked up, very serious, and said, "Will it leak?"

Maxwell's light-colored pupils contracted slightly, grinding his molars and said, "No, it won't leak."

I murmured as I continued to study, my fingers uncontrollably reached out and touched it, and I said, "What does it feel like to kiss?"

Maxwell suddenly bumped backwards, his back hitting the car door with a bang, his face turning pale.

"Who are you?"

"Nora is not a perverted woman."

I didn't know what to say.

Recalling my reaction just now, it was indeed a bit excessive.

I cleared my throat and stood up straight, looking at him with a slight lift of my chin. "Drive."

Maxwell quickly recovered from his shock and started the engine.

After a while, he asked again, "Don't you like Jason?"

Leaning against the back of the chair, I remembered the poignant words of the original owner, Nora, who had a one-sided love for Jason, and my chest tightened slightly.

I said calmly, "I don't like him anymore. He has kissed Sasha. How could I still..."

Before I could finish my sentence, the car suddenly twisted like a snake.

I grabbed the armrest and shouted, "What are you doing?! You don't have to be so excited just because you like Sasha. They only kissed, they didn't..."

Maxwell quickly regained his composure and yelled angrily, "Shut up!"

I patted my chest and said, "You can kiss me back, anyway you two brothers look so alike..."

I suddenly noticed that Maxwell's neck veins were bulging, his profile was tense, and his ears were bright red.

No way?

It was him that day?!