Damsel In Distress.

<Alice's POV>

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It's cold.

It's very cold.

I can't feel my body, its numb.

Dad! Mom! Anyone! Please.. Save me, please!...

It's dark... as dark as the night I was lost. As cold as the raindrops that drenched my little body that night. As scary as the thunders that reverberated in that lonely night, pushing me into that consternating whirlpool of cold and loneliness.

But I still remember that warmth, that he brought with him. I wish... I wish he also saves me from this abyss of darkness.

*Lup-Dup*... *Lup-Dup*...

My heartbeat... It seems its fading.

Fading like the memories of him.

Sorry Mom, I shouldn't have sneaked out of home. I am a bad girl... I hope you forgive me.

I love you mom, dad and you... ( A certain picture of a boy passed through her mind.)

It seems I can't even think anymore.

The last thing I could ever think of, before dying, will be— regret, an amount I would hardly find ever seen anything measure upto it, harder than any responsibility I shouldered till bow and painful than any amount of pain anyone can give me, ever.

<3rd Person POV>

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As the final turmoil of emotion ended in Alice's mind, the remaining trace of vitality in her body also slipped out. Leaving, a lifeless body behind.

Just as the body was about get pulled away by the ruthless currents of water a pair of firm hands, warm as spring, grabbed it by the waist.

Ye Feng struggled to pull the body out of the river as he tried to maintain as much as air in his mouth possible. He isn't a seasoned diver that he could swim effortlessly.

Albeit all the difficulty, he was able to pull the body out of the river.

At the same time, a crisp ring echoed in his mind.

[Ding! A mission is triggered.]

[Choose one option:

Choice 1: Save Alice Haworth, the only daughter of America's wealthiest man, Mason Haworth and ex-president of CIA, Alicia Murillo.

Reward: 60Exp, Favor of Haworth and Murillo Family, Love of Alicia, Body Tempering Potion.

Choice 2: Let Alice Haworth, the only daughter of America's wealthiest man, Mason Haworth and ex-president of CIA, Alicia Murillo, die.

Reward: Retaliation of Haworth and Murillo Family.]

Ye Feng skimmed through the quest after putting the body over pebbles that spread across the bank. Laying beside Alice, he hyperventilated to his comfort and chose the most evident option on the screen before him

He was here at the first place to only save her.

The same accident happened in his previous life too. To his surprise, it shook the whole country in the rage of both Haworth and Murillo family. Each being the ruling families of America and Europe respectively, turned the whole country upside down in the search of their only heir, Alice. Who lay beside him, with a little trace of vitaliy in her body, a few minutes before that would also disappear.

After regressing, his first thought was to make a fake persona that could deter all the attention from his villainous actions. To do that, he had to build an image of him in everybody's mind that he is a virtuous saint if not the reincarnation of Jesus himself.

The best and the easiest way to do that is to gain the attention of the king ruling the top hierarchy and let him be his bannerman. He was going to let both Haworth and Murillo family be his backbone while he can do whatever he wants after Protagonist enters the scene. That way he would never have to bend in front of anyone.

Now, dragging his attention to the blonde girl lying beside him who lay unconscious on the verge of dying, Ye Feng stood up to give her CPR.

Before that, he called the emergency number to report the situation. During the entire call he acted desperate, as if he was also on the brink of death. It is to deliberately portray his selfless and altruistic disposition.

As soon as he bent down and the gap between the lips shortened, Ye Feng's eyes became eerily cold. As if a knot constricted his heart and he found a spontaneous disgust bubbling in him.

Some tucked away memories spilled out at the closeness of the culprit's counterpart, which is Alice. Being a women, she invoked the memory of the only women Ye Feng cherished, whom he would love to forget as a fleeting dream more than anything. But, the possibility of such a phenomenon happening in near future is, seemingly, close to none.

As his eyes roamed over the pale and cold body of Alice, her wet blonde hair, darkened lips with cracks over them, her hourglass figure which would undoubtedly gain a second glance from every testosterone secreting male, his disgust for her only continued to grow.

Contrary but justifiable, in the sense that the person he trusted, loved and adored the most betrayed him, leaving behind a shell without heart which only harbored abhorrence for her whole race rather than the fascination they should receive.

It may appear unreasonable to many but only the one who experienced it first-hand knows the pain.

Avoiding the disdain brewing inside him, Ye Feng took a deep breath and sealed her lips with his. Pumping twice inside her mouth he retracted his mouth and pressed her chest after that.

He continued the process with the same frigidness, if not more, as a seizure occured to her after some time.

Following the seizure Alice spewed some water out of her body and the lost consciousness returned

"*Cough*... *Cough*...."

<Alice's POV.>

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Something is pressing down my chest.

Its heavy.

Something is feeling warm.

Come closer, Its cold.

Heaviness? Warmth? I can feel?

Something is coming out.

I am vomiting.

"*Cough*... *Cough*... *Cough*... " Water flowed out of my mouth like fountain.

At first it felt uncomfortable but later the obstructing ache I was feeling for some time within my chest subsided and finally I gained the instinct that I can open my eyes.

I could feel an arm wrapped around me, a body stuck at my right-side helping me sit up while I threw out all the excessive water that I drank up from the river. Though it was involuntary. As involuntary and embarassing it is for my body to cuddle upto the warmth of the person beside me.

Then my eyes slowly opened to the sunlight that I missed very much. As unbelievable as it seems to me, a nectophilic person who used to hate sunlight.

Whoever said it was right,'You always realize the importance of something or someone after it is gone.'

True to it, I found myself loving the sunlight more than ever.

As I was appreciating the nature that lay bared in front of me, I felt like all the energy seeping away from my body.

Waking up from the unconsciousness I found myself gripped by exhaustion. And it hit hard, if I am being polite.

Just a minute, let me see the person who saved me.

My eyes scrolled over to my right to see the person who I am unconditionally grateful to for saving me.

As the balls in my socket stopped on the person who saved me, a part beneath my chest, encaged by ribs, tripped over and forgot to skip. A sweet tingle passed over my stomach.

It felt like I lived my entire life for this day, for this occasion,for this person infront of me.

Just as I was adoring the man, sculpted to perfection by Gods who apparently let the devils take over the work to build his eyes, before me. I lost control of my rascal eyes as they succumbed to exhaustion.

But, his blue eyes remained as an indelible portrait in the canvas of my mind forever and ever.

Before yielding to exhaustion as a whole, I heard the ambulance sound from a distance and a small smile crept over to my face.

Dad will handle everything else.

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