I shook my head at Lysander, stopping this uncontrollable urge to wipe that smirk on his face as he stretched the green towel in his hands.
He tilted his head to the side, waiting for my response.
Lysander was a hopeless degenerate, but maybe, just maybe, there was still some innocence left in him.
Despite Lysander's large frame and broad shoulders compared to mine, Lysander's fatalistic aura was gone.
The way his blond hair had tumbled down his face made him appear more playful and charming.
I scratched my cheek, thinking about my next move to this unspoken game Lysander started.
Well, I hope this wasn't harder than chess, though.
Maybe, the jerk just sought to get a reaction out of me.
Sometimes, I wonder if he would follow through the things he had teased me for, like sleeping together and wanting to see me naked.
That was probably a joke on his part.
