Her lips parted, sorrow fracturing into rage.
"Shut up!"
Tears spilled, unbidden, as she shoved at his chest with trembling hands. Her glare burned, daring him to flinch.
"Go away! I don't want to talk to you!"
She stomped her foot—a useless gesture, given her half-sprawled position on top of him—and jabbed a shaking finger at his face, as if her anger alone could strike him down.
"You think you're so great, don't you? You—"
"—saved your reckless ass," Su Xiaobai cut in, his voice flat and heavy with irritation. He dragged a hand down his face, sighing as if dealing with a tantrum-prone child. "Let's review, shall we? I'm sore, I'm bruised, and now I've got this ungrateful brat yelling at me like I'm the bad guy. What do you want? Should I leave you for the wolves? Or maybe act the part of the villain you're so desperate for? Go on, princess—keep pushing. Let's see where this goes."
HISS~!
