"You fought with Wen?"
Rory looked at Lian in utter shock. "When? Where?"
A fight between these two must have been quite a spectacle—how could they not have told her about it?!
Lian: "…"
Wasn't her focus completely off? Rather than asking where he and Wen fought, shouldn't she be more concerned about whether he got hurt?
Lian nuzzled his chin against the crook of Rory's shoulder, his voice growing even more aggrieved.
"Well, Wen and I didn't actually fight…"
He paused, his narrow fox eyes curving upward slightly as a thin layer of misty moisture welled up within them. He accused:
"But if I really hadn't given way and insisted on competing with him, Wen definitely would have taken action against me. Rory, you know as well as I do that Wen is the biggest actor. He usually looks pitiful and easily bullied, but he actually strikes with relentless malice."
As Lian spoke, he pushed his luck by tightening his hold around Rory's waist, his tone drifting mournfully:
