บท 33: Cost Of Sharing The Night

"Lady in black?" Arlan brushed past his gaze by Oriana for a split second and noticed how she was internally panicking. "The only lady I see is this cute little lady sitting on my lap, this little lady who weighs like a cotton ball." He lightly pinched her nose to which Rayjin giggled. 

"I am not that light, Uncle. Mother says I am so heavy now that she cannot lift me anymore."

"Your mother is weak after giving birth to your little brother. You better not let her carry you," he warned sweetly. 

"I won't," Rayjin said and looked back at Oriana. She innocently pointed her finger at her.

"I was talking about that lady."

'Little girl, stop please!' Oriana felt her palms turn sweaty. 

Arlan grinned inwardly at Oriana's reaction and asked his niece, "Why do you call that boy a lady?"

"Boy?" Rayjin tilted her head as if confused. "That can't be. She is pretty. My tutor told me only ladies can be pretty. Boys are supposed to be handsome."