Obsession

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Daphne was very delicate. She liked to act like a spoiled child, and her body was also delicate.

I once took her to a friend's gym. She did a few deep squats and didn't want to move anymore. She used to be a dancer, but she liked to slack off.

She rested her chin on her hand and looked at me. She gently wiped away the sweat on my forehead and said, "I can't do more exercise. I'll watch you do."

I couldn't refuse her.

Later, she asked me for love.

If someone else had said that, I would probably mock her for being smart.

Once anyone got my love, everything else will be within her reach.

Their fundamental goals would not be different.

But Daphne didn't seem to be. Her eyes were too clear, no different from what I saw more than ten years ago. The attachment and dependence in those eyes made my heart tremble.

It seemed that she really regarded me as an elder and wanted to get back what she had lacked when she was a child.