Night was falling.
"Ashliya, you're not planning to go back?" Letixia set down her teacup and looked at her elegantly seated younger sister across from her. She hadn't expected her sister to be so bold as to flirt with Ahtal right in front of her.
In response, Ashliya twirled a strand of her silky hair around her finger and replied in a syrupy sweet voice, "Sister, I just want to spend a little more time with you."
Though her words were innocent, her long, slender legs beneath the hem of her dress subtly lifted, seemingly unintentionally brushing against Ahtal's leg.
Blood pressure suddenly surged.
Letixia felt a nearly uncontrollable urge to draw her sword and stab her sister a few times, but considering Ashliya was her biological sister, she forcibly suppressed the impulse.
She couldn't very well stab her own sister to death.
"I have training tomorrow," she said, standing up and grabbing Ahtal's wrist, leading him towards the bedroom.
A loud door slam followed soon after.
