There was a mischievous undertone in his meaningful question, as if he had no intention of giving a proper answer.
I decided to ask something else.
“Reed, how long do we have to stay here?”
I desperately wanted to escape this damned banquet of lunatics.
“Do you want to go home?”
“Yes. If I stay any longer, I don’t think my mental health will hold up.”
“Really? If your mental strength weakens, it might make you easier to corrupt.”
“…Let’s not even go there.”
I turned away, propping my chin in the opposite direction, crossing my legs differently, and sharply turning my head. Then, a low, rumbling laugh echoed from beside me.
Even in this situation, the sound was as captivating as a string instrument’s melody, which made it all the more infuriating.
“It was a joke. I don’t intend to torment you.”
His soothing tone eased my mood a little. When I turned back to him, he smiled deeply and asked,
“What do…