''Are you still…angry at me?''
Xueyao turned her head at the God who had been intentionally ignoring her for hours this time.
She watched him, building a healthy relationship with her bed all day since they returned while she stood by his side trying to get him to talk to him.
''Black Dragon Immortal?'' She whispered so softly, that his anger reached its peak, he calmly closed his eyes, while still lying perched on the pillow.
Xueyao really couldn't fathom the depths and roots of his pettiness.
Ignoring her because she found his assumptions so funny, whenever she thought about it she just shook her head, lips easing in brief amusement.
Xueyao leaned close to the bed, her long hair, a few strands slipping over her shoulder as she lowered her head a bit to stare at his calm, don't talk to me ever again look. She waved briefly over his closed eyes and returned to standing straight, shrugging her shoulders to say she was fine if he remained that way.
