"How hilarious. I feel like I am reading some stupid low-rated romance novels, my heart is bleeding so much just from watching it."
'Gosh, did she have to provoke me every time we had a conversation? God dammit, my pre-rut is making my emotions unstable.' Zeke's expression shifted slightly at Clement's remark.
"I wonder how popular it would be; a soap opera where the protagonist is having a love affair with his fiance's butler. What a laughable joke." However, there was no emotion in her words. They were just said lightly, which brought a great surprise to Zeke.
"What are you trying to imply?" Zeke sighed as he threw his back against the furniture.
Pre-rut was making him impatient. The gentlemanly side he tried to maintain was slowly shedding, dissipating into the air.
"What am I trying to imply, huh?" Clement reached for her teacup, taking a sip out of it with her little pinky raised like a noble. "Nothing, actually."
