Frila is Disappointed

"You need to stop worrying about me so much and rest properly you stupid vamp," Aselia knocked on his forehead making him half smile. 

"I will try," he added before letting go of Aselia he pulled off the blanket and climbed out of bed. Aselia quickly covered herself with the blanket while Xiran looked for the robe he had flung over last night. 

She watched him as his back muscles rippled while he picked up the white robe and slipped inside it. 

"Leia, get fresh. I will order breakfast," he strode over and sat down on the chair, and picked up his phone. Aselia sat up in bed, covering herself with the blanket, but her nightie was on the floor. This was a predicament.

"Xiran, can you hand me over my night dress?" She asked with an innocent face. 

He threw her a knowing look and picked up her nightie from its straps, but instead of giving it to her he held it in his fingers and let it dangle, tilting his naughty face at her, Xiran challenged her: