二十五 (Twenty-Five)

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"Thank you." I say to him.

He looks at me.

"For almost killing you?" He scoffs.

"For saving my ass back there." I wince.

He sits me up gently and puts a pillow behind my back.

"Heh. Least I could do." He says.

"Why did you save me? Why did you stand against your Dad?" I ask.

I was expecting an answer but instead I got a kiss, which is an answer but not with words. I grip his head. He pulls up his shirt. I help him take it off. I grip his metal spine. He moves his hand up my back. I then push him off unexpectedly.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

I didn't answer. I put my hand to my mouth and I cough. I cough loudly. I look at my hand. Blood. Ao Bing looks at me with much concern. His eyes flicker it. I look at my arm and I see black vines crawling up. He grabs it and looks at it. He looks at me with wide eyes.

"What's happening?" He asks.

"Wish I knew." I say. 

Then I hear a noise outside. Ao Bing puts on his shirt. He creates a ice spear in his hand. I grab my spear. Looks like she found us. The door flings open. I'm in shock.

Kasha, Jinxuang, even my Dad rush in. What the ****?

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