"Yes, I did break your medicine bottle."
"That was a gift from you."
"And I even yelled at you, calling you a hypocrite, a pretender."
Orion chuckled lightly, "So it's you who was chastising me? I thought it was just child's play."
"Child's play?"
Xanthea was startled by his peculiar interpretation, "So, you've always seen me as a child?"
Like Sebastian, who always grinned and bounded around, thought he's tougher than he is, but actually was not intimidating at all?
She had thought she held the upper hand in every encounter, but it turned out he was just indulging her like a child.
Orion stared at her, bemused, "Yeah."
A baby, not much different from a child.
"But," she pointed somewhat sheepishly at his chest, "I even bit you."
That bite was filled with spite.
"It's healed now."
"Healed or not, it still hurt!"
"What should we do about it?" Orion's gaze casually swept across her chest, "How about you let me take a bite?"
Following his gaze, Xanthea quickly crossed her arms defensively. Jerk!
His laughter filled the air, and only then did Xanthea realize she had been played. Despite being sick, he still had the mood to joke around, which meant he wasn't very ill.
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