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Vivian’s POV "And what then?" I didn't directly answer Alen's question; instead, I asked, "Do you have more fiancées, by any chance?" Upon hearing my words, Alen first looked puzzled and then burst into laughter. I could tell that if he had been injured, he might have laughed until he was shaking all over. Alen's attitude made me somewhat angry. He had a fiancée and yet he was tempting me. When I pointed this out, he didn't seem inclined to offer any explanation, only laughter. Did he find what I said amusing? "Alen, what's so funny about this?" I waited for a whole minute, and Alen didn't stop laughing. I said with a stern face, "Are you making fun of me?" "No, Vivian, I didn't mean to make fun of you," Alen said, struggling to stop laughing, biting his lips hard, "Vivian,