Quick Transmigration: Her Seduction Games - Chapter 15

1002 hovered a few feet away from Ingrid. Using the tone that as if it was pacifying a beast, it said,

1002: “I really don’t know ah. It’s not within the system’s capability to know what the future holds.”

It warily floated nearer to Ingrid. As though it wanted to explain how innocent it was, 1002 continued,

1002: “If the system had this ability, it only needs to calculate the best approach to change the fate of the destined couple, then just send an AI like me to complete the missions. The system would never need the wit of a human’s mind to completely understand the complex thoughts of another human.”

That indeed makes sense. Ingrid rubbed her chin. The system was powerful or lets say smart enough to create an AI, but these artificial beings doesn’t have enough wisdom amd cleverness a man have. And no matter how perfect they were made they will never completely understand and relate to the human’s emotion.

Ingrid’s eyes flashed a fierce light. She already knew that no one was with her in this battle, but it’s even sadder to know that she had no one else she can complain to.

Talking about someone, a person came to mind. Ingrid had lovers before but he was the only person she can talk to without the need of filtering the words that came out from her mouth.

But regretfully…

Ingrid let out a deep breath again while exiting the female comfort room.

Seeing the small girl sighing like an old man made Rembrandt’s gaze gone deeper.

“What are you sighing for,” A meaningful glint appeared in Rembrant’s eyes. “is your heart feels that heavy knowing that your brother will be stolen away from you for real?”

In her stupor, Ingrid lost her balance. Dana’s first kiss was about to be stolen by a piece of icy mineral when a strong hand caught her waist before it can happen.

With a big swing of his arm, Ingrid was spun around, her amber hair fell like a cascading waves. Rembrandt leaned down,  their face gotten closer, flowers bloom ever—fuck

Alright. Stop it. Rembrandt don’t have a tiny little bit sweet bone in his body. Don’t ever dare imagine. Also, the man was about to propose to another woman, what is she thinking?

“What are you thinking?” A hoarse voice whispered in her ears.

“Kissing you.”

“…”

“…”

Another one word.

Fuck.