A few moments ago...
"Eh? What?"
Tianlong's brain felt like a fried egg. The sheer, unadulterated audacity of Xiang's demand, thrown out like a gauntlet in the middle of a dusty academy corridor, had short-circuited his every thought.
Xiang's face, which had been a mask of demanding petulance, crumpled. Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, and her lower lip jutted out in a pout so pronounced it could have balanced a coin.
"Don't you 'Eh? What?' me!" she snapped, her voice high and sharp. "You heard me! You knocked her up, so now it's my turn!"
Akane, still leaning against him, managed a weak but incredibly smug smirk in Xiang's direction. Her free hand came to rest protectively over her own slightly rounded belly, a silent 'fuck you' that was more potent than any words. The rivalry was back on, full force.
Tianlong felt a headache coming on. Arguing was pointless. Logic had left the building. There was only one language these two truly understood right now.
