Xanthea's rage hit a new peak.
"Argh!"
In her fury, she began stomping on his shoes relentlessly, "For tricking me, lying to me, scaring me, playing me, I'll stomp you to death! You fraud, you freak."
As she stomped with gusto, Orion suddenly raised his hand, causing her to stagger in fright.
However, he was merely pulling up the slipping sleeve of her dress.
Xanthea was puzzled.
"It's chilly tonight, don't catch a cold."
Saying this, he took off his suit jacket.
Xanthea looked at him as if he were a madman, noticing a patch of dried crimson blood on the tips of his deliberately avoided right thumb and index finger.
Why was there blood on his hand? Could it be a snake bite?
But there were no visible wounds on his fingertips, and even if it were a snake bite, it wouldn't heal that quickly.
A terrifying thought suddenly sprung into her mind. Xanthea looked up at him with eyes more fearful than when she had encountered a den of snakes.
Could he have killed a snake with his bare hands?
She thought, "Oh no! Orion is scarier than a snake!"
Just as Orion tried to drape the jacket over her shoulders, Xanthea, pale as a ghost, turned and fled in panic, her beautiful form shimmering as if she were running for her life.
However, a few seconds later, she came racing back.
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