"If you're done, can I talk now?" He asked, his breath fanning against my skin.
I slowly nodded at him, a frown on my face.
"Good girl," he said softly, before slowly removing his hand from my mouth. His gaze flickered to my lips as I parted them, breathing hard. I felt something click within me, and my heart raced faster in my chest. "First of all, I actually do have responsibilities. A lot of them. So if you think I have the time to listen to what you have to say about me, you're wrong. And secondly, I also do have a personal life, contrary to what you may think. From what I've judged, it's much more happening than yours. I don't sit around in my room all day trying to catch up on my homework. Because unlike you, I have a brain that works," he mocked.
I clenched my jaw, my eyes nar
