"Is your stress overwhelming?" Aimou calmly asked, "According to your mindset, if you've come to me, it must mean the stress is about to explode."
Aimou's words pulled Bologue back to reality. Bologue was about to say something casual to cover up, but then Aimou suddenly grabbed Bologue's hand, with a glimmer in her eyes.
Bologue whispered, "It's not okay to trespass."
"Then call the police."
Aimou looked cheeky and said mischievously, "What? Tell others I broke into your 'heart'? They'd just think you're foolish."
"You've grown a bit mischievous, Aimou."
Aimou's pun left Bologue unsure how to counterattack for a moment.
"It means you've taught me well, teacher."
Aimou stroked Bologue's palm, feeling the rough calluses akin to a hard rasp.
"What happened?" Aimou asked again.
Bologue took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and said with difficulty, "I've been wondering what I really am."
