Artie Vaughn’s first thing after stepping off the stage was to call Sumr Fairmont: "Sumr, you watched the live stream, right? I’m so sorry, I didn’t keep my promise to you. Artie is wrong, Artie is guilty, you really have to forgive Artie, just a little, please." Artie’s whining continued.
"Alright." Sumr Fairmont wouldn’t say a word more before finishing two bottles of Whiskey.
Artie’s best whiny target was definitely Sumr Fairmont.
The one person in the world who could best endure Artie’s "world-ending" whining was none other than Sumr Fairmont.
Sumr Fairmont’s life motto was to drink the strongest liquor and live the coolest life.
As a whining insulator, Sumr Fairmont and Artie are complete opposites.
She has a cold personality, and from birth until now, the true friends who have entered Sumr Fairmont’s heart can be counted on one hand - she’s really a girl colder than the moon.
Smiling is sothing completely unnecessary for the the unapproachable and straightforward Sumr Fairmont.
Even when The Devilish Lolita whines, her brother Leo Vaughn can only imdiately surrender.
But with Sumr Fairmont, it’s just a regular way of communication.
You can keep whining, and I’ll just keep being cool.
The Pouting Siren could only fully unleash her coquettish side when with Sumr Fairmont.
"Sumr, how can you forgive Artie so easily?"
The tone clearly protested against Sumr Fairmont forgiving without asking for a reason.
"I take it back." Sumr Fairmont, despite speaking coolly, habitually went along with Artie.
"If you don’t forgive , Artie will be so sad she could die!" Artie said while suddenly starting to bring a crying tone.
"Half forgiven, half taken back." Sumr Fairmont offered a brand new solution.
"Yesterday I was still bragging to you about being the leading Wine Winters Ambassador of a top dostic spirits group, and how I’d make waves as soon as I returned to Winters Spirits. Is it still ti to confess to you now?" Artie’s eyes were starting to redden.
"It’s still ti." Brief and to the point. That’s very Sumr Fairmont.
"Sumr, my role as Wine Winters Ambassador was just a fake position arranged by my brother to make happy. I actually can’t help you at all. I’m so sorry, it seems like Artie has deceived you..." As Artie’s voice trembled, she just cried.
Those four words "murderous deception" were beyond The Devilish Lolita’s endurance.
Just now at the celebration site, she was too angry to care about the grievance, but with Sumr Fairmont on the phone, her emotions completely ca out.
Not considering Artie’s devilish figure, her lolita face held two lines of angelic tears, making one feel sympathetic.
Since it wasn’t a video call, Sumr Fairmont couldn’t see Artie’s tears.
"Crying?" Not seeing didn’t an not feeling.
"Yes, Artie feels really sorry."
"Put it away."
"I...I’ll try, can I? Can you give Artie a minute?"
"Lie, all you want. Cry, don’t." In Sumr Fairmont’s world, being deceived by Artie wasn’t a big deal at all. Lying was allowed, but crying was not.
Artie’s mind is as simple as her face.
If she could learn to deceive, that would an she’s grown up.
"Can Artie really deceive Sumr?" The Devilish Lolita whining was like a vision of a three-year-old child’s language.
"Sure." In Sumr Fairmont’s world - whether you deceive or not is your freedom, just like I have the freedom to choose to be deceived or not.
"Just a little deception, deceive Sumr, deceiving you is like deceiving myself." Artie sang as she finished the sentence and then resud her primary job of whining: "Artie’s super easy to soothe, right? As soon as you coax her, she stops crying."
The Devilish Lolita kept her word, and as the minute passed, she stopped crying.
The thing Sumr Fairmont couldn’t stand the most was Artie crying in front of her.
Why cry for things that can be solved by whining?
Aren’t tears salty?
Isn’t buying salt expensive?
Does getting deceived an losing a chunk of flesh?
"Deceive for wealth? Deceive for beauty?" Sumr Fairmont returned to the main topic.
"Can I want both?"
"As long as you want, I’ll give you." Sumr Fairmont almost never jokes, except for when a girl with a lolita face and devilish figure needs her soothing.
"Oh, you’re so flirty, Sumr. How will I ever find a boyfriend if you’re like this?" Artie glared with her powerful, big eyes, both fierce and adorable.
"I’ll take care of you." Sumr Fairmont, always brief and to the point.
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