"Heh heh, what are we doing? He's asking what we're doing?" The Japanese students looked at each other, then started snickering in unison.
"What are you laughing at!?" Demmi still wore an icy, frosty expression.
"What are we laughing at? Are you really that dumb or just pretending? You tell us, what are we laughing at?"
"Ah ya, Sakuragi-kun, is that how you talk to a beauty? Hey, beauty, it's a long night and you're not sleeping. Aren't you bored? If you're bored, big brother can keep you company and help you unwind." The Japanese student's burning gaze swept over Demmi's figure bathed in the moonlight.
Their sleazy behavior made Demmi feel sick, but given the situation and their dominance, she knew that overreacting wouldn't protect her—instead it would only further provoke them.
