“Are you okay?” I automatically glared at Lantis after he asked me that. He let out a soft chuckle. “I guess not,” he said, pushing a tray of food on the bed. “You want some crabs?” He brought me dinner since I am too exhausted and my body hurts after he pounded me for three straight rounds without any rest. He was like a beast with an endless vitality. “Come on, you should eat so your body can recover.”
I rolled my eyes at him before grabbing a piece of crab on the tray and started eating without talking to him. I don’t want to talk to him right now because I am really pissed. He didn’t listen to me when I told him to stop and let me rest. Now, my whole body hurts, especially my lower back.
“Are you mad?” he asked, almost whispering.
“What do you think?” I coldly responded, cracking a
