"You don't want to be with me? So you gave the things you like to others?" the perverted man said excitedly.

I lowered my head and didn't dare to say anything. It was the truth. I didn't want to quibble anymore. I felt very tired.

"Do you hate me so much?" I lowered my head, not daring to look at the perverted man's expression, and heard him ask through gritted teeth.

"Don't you hate me too?" I murmured quietly.

I don’t know if the perverted man heard it, but my voice was so low that I could hardly hear it.

"Who said I hate you?" At this time, I heard the angry voice of the perverted man again.

I didn’t expect that he heard me even when I spoke so quietly.

I have heard before that if two people are in love, no matter how quiet you speak, the other party will hear you, and even if you don't speak, he can hear you.

"No matter what, I just want Amethyst back. Although it belongs to your family, it has been with me for ten years. How many decades have I spent in my life? I can't live without it. Please give it back."

Am I okay?" I raised my head feebly, gave up my self-esteem, and begged him.

I hope he can return the amethyst to me because of my sincerity.

"Since you like it so much, you can let me give it back to you, but I have conditions." The perverted man raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked at me with a weird smile.

As long as I can get the amethyst back, I am willing to agree to it no matter what the conditions are, as long as he is willing to return the amethyst to me.

I excitedly grabbed his hand and said, "You tell me, no matter what the conditions are, I will agree to it."

"Okay." At this time, the perverted man sat next to me and said to me with a smile: "You are not allowed to call me perverted man again."

This is simple. I nodded quickly and said, "Okay, I won't call you a pervert anymore." Anyway, if I get the amethyst, I won't have much interaction with him, let alone calling him, maybe we will even talk.

We haven't spoken a few words, and we haven't seen each other a few times.

"Also, don't hate me anymore." The perverted man continued.

Whether I hate him or not is in my heart, and he doesn’t know. At most, I can just pretend that I don’t hate him. Anyway, I still hate him in my heart. When I hate someone, it’s hard not to hate him.
Chapter completed!