"Will it kill you to dress dignified?" I scoff at Victor as he approaches, his disheveled appearance as grating as ever.
He gives a mock bow, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Forgive me, us commoners tend to not dress dignified often because it's impractical." He steps closer, and I can feel his eyes on me—dark, mocking, as if he's always waiting for me to break. I hate him so much.
I square my shoulders, standing tall and glaring up at him. "You could at least try not to embarrass your master," I say, folding my arms across my chest.
Victor runs a hand through his unruly black hair, completely unbothered by my remark. "My master cares not for such trivial matters," he says with a shrug, his voice casual. He knows exactly how to push my buttons, and it works every time.
No, no, you guys must understand. Thorne loves Noelle so much. Obviously it won't match to certain man than waited 800 years In a certain donghua but I bet my left boob (favorite boob btw) Thorne would.