The moment we were out of sight from any possible spectator, I aimed my right foot at Xander's knee, but to my surprise, he dodged it.
“I knew you'd do that. Such a violent woman. Tsk,” he muttered with an annoying smirk plastered on his face while wiggling his forefinger at me.
“Asshole,” I hissed softly, almost a whisper, just in case someone might pass by.
“Hey. Watch with your words, woman. You seemed to be fond of cursing me these days,” he lectured, but I could see in his eyes that he was making fun of me.
“You ought to be cursed for being such a jerk. Who told you to look into my stuffs without asking my permission?”
“What's the big deal about that?”
“It's a frigging big deal! I don't like my things to be touched by anyone!” I almost screamed in utter annoyance, but thankfu
