Xiran's POV
I entered her room and she was sitting on the floor, her head resting on the bed between her arms. Her white dress made her look almost etheral today. How I wanted to take her in my arms but I resisted all the urges.
I wanted her to feel jealous today, the way she tried to make me jealous. I wanted her to feel how words and actions hurt others. She needed to have this lesson, she needed to learn and she needed to start trusting me.
"Aselia..." I called out to her, and she gradually lifted her head and gaped at me. There were no tears in her eyes, instead, they harboured hatred, extreme hatred, and revulsion for me.
"What?" She snapped at me, her gaze penetrated and chilled my heart.
"I wasn't going to sleep with her. It was a joke, like yours from yesterday." I tried to explain why I did, what I did.