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Jane shot a playful smirk at Logan before pinching him sharply.

"Ouch!" Logan yelped, his face scrunching up in exaggerated pain as he flopped dramatically onto the bed.

Jane crossed her arms, unimpressed. "Oh, please, stop acting! You're a level seven warrior, and I'm just at level six. There's no way that actually hurt you!" she huffed, giving him an annoyed swat on the backside for good measure.

But Logan didn't budge. He stayed sprawled out on the bed, unmoving, his face buried in the pillow like he was sulking.

"My father always said you'd never bully me because you're weaker than I am," Jane continued, her voice growing sharper. "But now that you're stronger, you just push me around!"