Chapter 1343


    Chapter 1343


    Quinn was fully focused in her second game, not daring to get distracted at all in fear of burdening Sam


    or he would get upset again.


    However, she was really terrible at doing two things at once-with Sam yapping endlessly beside her,


    she had to listen, which meant she was distracted.


    Hence, she ended up dead just a second before Sam did.


    Quinn bit her lip and turned gingerly toward Sam, who was blue with shock. “I can stop ying… you


    can do it alone while I watch.”


    “I told you. I’ll punish you.’


    “Guh…” Quinn winced unhappily.


    “Lean your head toward me,’ Sam demanded.


    “What are you doing?”


    Sam raised a hand, holding his middle finger with his thumb. ‘Forehead flick.”


    Quinn was actually afraid—she had yed with Sam as a child. games, and she always seemed to


    lose, after which he would punish her with forehead flicks too.


    He would leave her crying every time, which was why she was still traumatized even now… and was


    the reason why she started to turn down his invitations to y.


    It had certainly been a while, and she forgot about the pain.


    “Hurry up,” Sam urged, looking menacing and clearly not sparing her from this.


    Quinn gave in, and beat her lips as she leaned in, her eyes tightly shut in obvious fear.


    She was shuddering as Sam leveled his hand against her head.


    Sam’s flicks used to leave bruises for days, and given his current strength, he would leave a swelling!


    On the other hand, Sam watched as Quinn resigned herself to her fate.


    It reminded him of that one time she yed with him, and he flicked her forehead for amusement like


    he always did-he would feel aplished to see her cry back then.


    But the next day, there was arge bruise left on her head, and he realized then that her tears were


    real and that he had flicked her too hard.


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    He regretted it so much at the time, but he could not bring himself to apologize because of his pride.


    Though he thought about deliberately losing to let her flick him, she refused to y with him anymore.


    His parents and Ryan lectured him for forcing her to do what she was reluctant to, even using him


    of beating her up-which in turn caused a rift between them.


    Back at the present, he flicked her on the forehead anyway.


    Quinn winced, only to realize in a second that it did not hurt at all —it was no more than a tap against


    her forehead.


    As she gaped at Sam in surprise, he snapped, “What’s that look for? Should I have gone harder?”


    “N-No.” Quinn quickly shook her head and soon smiled. “It just hit me that you’ve changed a lot…’


    “Everyone changes, don’t they?” Sam replied nonchntly as he started another game. “That goes for


    you too, doesn’t it?”


    “Yeah,” Quinn nodded—she was convinced their rtionship and marriage would improve too.


    With that, she sat quietly beside Sam and watched her y solo-she was getting immersed after


    ying a few rounds herself, and her juices were flowing as she watched Sam take out enemies with


    single shots until he emerged victorious.


    “That’s amazing!” she eximed excitedly.


    Sam grinned, feeling smug just then-others aside, gaming was his speciality.


    “Don’t I get a reward?” he asked.