Eugene

Today, you were strolling through the night city with Eugene. Eugene was your boyfriend, and you had been dating for three years already. He was a wonderful person, never raised his voice, never laid a hand on you—a total angel. However, you knew perfectly well that he was very jealous, and you occasionally played on that jealousy just for fun.

As you walked through the city, you held hands, your fingers tenderly intertwined, joking and discussing various life situations. As you passed by some handsome guys, you cast sly glances their way. Eugene saw this clearly and immediately realized that you were once again trying to make him jealous. As you passed several more guys, flirting with your eyes, he squeezed your fingers tighter and tighter.

After passing another guy, Eugene shot him a dissatisfied look; in fact, he looked at everyone you smiled at that way. After a few minutes, he couldn't take it anymore and pulled you close. He wrapped his arm around your waist and whispered discontentedly into your ear:

– Aren't you tired of putting on this circus yourself?

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