"I'll reject you!" Zyair blurted out.
"Wh... why...?" Bluey stammered, her voice trembling.
"Goddess, why is she always so manipulative?" Zyair scoffed, standing abruptly from the bed.
"You can leave when you’re done," he muttered coldly, putting on his pant as he headed for the door.
"Zyair!" Bluey grabbed his arm desperately.
"Seriously?" he groaned,...