Leonard rubbed his arm, giving Orion a flirtatious look as if forgetting all past hurt, "Hey Orion, take it easy, yeah? It's getting chilly out here. You might catch a cold outside."
"Get lost."
"Get lost? Where am I supposed to go?"
Xanthea leaned on the table, her eyes misty, the tip of her nose reddening, and let out a hiccup like a tipsy kitten, curiously looking up at the mention of "get lost."
Orion took off his jacket and wrapped her up tightly, scooping her up in his arms, "Babe, we're heading home."
"Home? No way, I don't want to go back!"
"It's too late, and it's cold outside."
"But I don't want to." She hooked her arms around his neck, her lips pouting slightly, her amber eyes shimmering with pitiful pleas and seductive charm, "Ori, can't we just hang out a bit longer, please?"
"What do you wanna do?"
His voice unintentionally grew husky.
Once drunk, she turned into a melting candy, a bewitching demon, making him completely defenseless.
"I wanna," Xanthea's gaze was captivating as she traced her delicate fingers along the contours of his handsome face, drifting down, over the pronounced Adam's apple, to the firm chest, until he grasped her hand tightly.
The wild beast of desire was unleashed from its cage. Just as he was about to press her onto the stone table, disregarding everything, Xanthea suddenly shouted, "Look at the stars!"
"What?"
"I wanna see the stars!"
After saying that, she pushed him away and happily ran towards the lake, "There are so many stars fallen into the water!"
"Xannie!"
Orion's eyes narrowed as he caught up and pulled her into his embrace.
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