Chapter 500: The whirlwind journal of my mischievous hormones
"It’s okay, sweetheart," Natha patted my back as I continued to sob in his shoulder. "Don’t be too hard on yourself."
"But it’s ridiculous!" I wailed and hit his upper arm in frustration. "...sorry."
Haa...it was also ridiculous how harsh I became. Glaring, snapping, hitting...I did those things easily these days, and I was not too fond of it. Especially because more often than not, I did it without realizing it--which was worse because I couldn’t stop it until it was too late.
"It’s fine," Natha continued to stroke my back and my hair gently, as if pacifying a child. I was indeed acting like a child. "I’d rather you take it out on me than on yourself."
"I’d rather not have to take out anything at all," I grumbled against his shoulder.
"Well, of course," he laughed relaxedly. The light-hearted tone in his voice gradually soothed my heart and mind. "But we can’t exactly choose, can we?"
"Ugh..."
What he said was right, but...it was still ridiculous!
I wasn’t just stupidly crying about unmanageable lust and messing up people’s schedules, but many other things.
There was a time when I got sick of the mana-rich meal and just wanted to have greasy, unhealthy stuff. The thing was, I also wanted them in huge, unhealthy amounts. Obviously, the servants asked Natha first, and they tried to convince me to try another kind of food that was still healthier even if it wasn’t rich in mana. But I flipped and bawled because what I wanted was the crunchy crispy oily stuff and a high amount of sugar, and I saw their reluctance to fulfill my demand as rejection.
Oh, how silly and stupid.