Faux alarm

"Come! What are you waiting for? Christmas?" Gently holding her hand, Xion pulled her into the lift with him. But Xiu Mei's body was stiffened, refused to budge an inch from its position. She woke up from her dilemma when a heavy warning comes from the phone she was still holding onto her ear.

"Ask that jerk to let go your hand, otherwise I'm going to chop his hands off"

Reflexively she pulled her hands out from Xion's grip, oblivious that her gesture was too harsh. The charming smile on Xion's face flew away, replacing it with a frown and curious gaze. "What's wrong? Is there an issue?"

The enthusiasm in Xiu Mei's eyes was long died because of these two irritating men who are too much of a problem right now. Rubbing down the frown lines on her forehead, she picked her bag from the floor and looked at Xion apologetically. "Um… Actually I can't go with you on a chopper"

"Why?"