"Do you really think I'm someone who can't distinguish right from wrong? Am I really that kind of saintly person?" Sierra Summers punched Caleb Sterling's chest. "Let me sit facing you, I want to look at you."
Caleb Sterling silently complied and changed her position.
Sierra made herself comfortable, chose the most comfortable posture, then leaned on his shoulder with satisfaction, looked up with a smile, her eyes sparkling like stars, filled entirely with Caleb Sterling.
"Maybe many people think it's wise to leave some room for future encounters," Sierra said with a faint smile. "But I think leaving some room just leads to people taking advantage of you."
When Caleb's expression showed change, Sierra pursed her lips and gave a recent example, "Like that guy earlier—allows him to do evil, play tricks, but doesn't allow you to retaliate. What's the logic in that?"
Sierra sighed, if what Caleb did was considered ruthless, then she must be inherently a villain.
