"What did you say?" Lucas's eyes lit up.
"What? You meant when I said I like you earlier?"
Lucas's ecstatic face froze.
"Y-You."
Lucas was speechless, and his body quivered in exasperation. If only… if only the Devil was right in front of him, he wouldn't hesitate to punch his nose directly.
Just to alleviate his anger.
Sadly, or maybe luckily, there was only a beauty embraced by his arms, and he was too preoccupied with his communication with the super obnoxious person he ever met.
"Are you not seriously listening to me? Why does this mighty and the most handsome of all, Lucas Madrigal, have to repeat himself?"
"You are not handsome."
"If I don't, then you are hideous."
Lucas's head throbbed with severe headache, and he wisely decided not to argue with him any further. Any more, and he would turn insane.
"Serves you right, trying to make me spill the tea of what you want."