Her ears turned red, her heart trembled, and she softly replied, "Okay."
At the mention of holiday, Orion suddenly remembered something, something he had been longing for, craving for the longest time.
Now, he could finally have it.
"Xannie, your birthday present from last time, I haven't received it from you yet."
"Present?"
Xanthea paused for a moment, then remembered the sexy kitten cosplay lingerie that was a gift once promised but never delivered.
"Why bring that up now?"
Orion stared at her like a predator eyeing its next meal, his gaze narrowing slightly, a dark gleam shining through, "I want to get it now."
Heart skipping a beat, Xanthea sensed danger. Recalling the way he looked at her the other day when she wore the dress, and his aggressive kisses, she feared if she wore it now, she wouldn't be able to spend a peaceful day.
"No way."
She immediately shook her head, standing her ground, "Your birthday's gone, so the gift's expired! If you still want it, wait for the next birthday!"
"You promised to wear it for me, no going back on your word."
"I'm not going back on my word." Xanthea found a loophole, her expression sly like a little fox, "Later is a broad term, it could mean next month, next year, or the year after, just not now!"
"Alright then."
Orion's gaze fell, his voice filled with a hint of sadness, his bright eyes dimming gradually, looking like a little wolf abandoned by its pack, his ears drooping, stirring a feeling of compassion in Xanthea.
"I thought I would get your birthday gift when I turned twenty."
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