Xyla Quest stroked her hair awkwardly. She gathered all her courage to meet Stanley Batton’s eyes and said, “Of course I’m worried about you. We’re still working together, you see. It will be very troublesome to me if anything were to happen to you.”

“Oh? Is that what this is all about?” Stanley’s eyes were full of suspicion.

“And… And we’re friends. I don’t want my friend to get into any trouble.”

“And?” Stanley continued to ask calmly.

“That’s all…” Xyla answered.

“Oh…”

“Look, you’ve helped me a lot. It’s unsurprising that I care about you,” she added.

“Oh.” Stanley looked deeply into her eyes, the corner of his lips was still curving upwards.

For some reason, Xyla always felt that his eyes were able to see through her, he seemed to know what she was thinking deep in her heart. She began to tense up inexplicably. She could not explain why she felt so nervous. And her heartbeat was accelerating, too.

“You should lie down and rest well in your bed even if you’re worried. You’re still sick.” Stanley placed one arm around her back and scooped the other arm around the bend in her knees, and lifted her up.

She was as light as a feather in his

went crazy. “What are you doing?

did not answer. He marched towards the snow white bed and put her down carefully on it. He covered her with a blanket gently. “You’re injured.

shoulder. The rest of my body is perfectly

allowed to

“…”

his hand around Henry Armstrong’s shoulder and strode forward. He casually sat

shouldn’t we get out of here?” he

“I guess

Quest blushed

get lost.” Stanley said

no?” Henry

it guys… Please don’t make a

at her and

not aching anymore right now. She nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. What’s

grabbed an apple. He juggled the apple casually before pulling a

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