"Dorion, What the hell are you doing with this person?"
Ren also wants to know what he is doing here. He glanced at the large hand still firmly grasping his wrist, feeling a twinge of envy. Why were his wrists so thin and his hands so small?
Hmph! Weak body! He muttered to himself in frustration
The system listened to its host's complaint as his eyes were still glued to Terim's hand. If the system couldn't hear Ren's monologue, it might have thought that Ren was furious at Terim's touch with the amount of intensity he was staring at.
Terim didn't receive any response, which seemed to agitate him for some reason.
"Listen, I'm telling you this for your own good. Don't get involved with him. Don't fall for Win, alright?"
Ren, "..." I don't! Don't talk nonsense! Little God, Terim doesn't like Win, right?
The system, "..."
Before Ren could reply to any of Terim's words, he heard Win Xander's calm voice.
