Lilia's pout disappeared in an instant, replaced by an icy neutrality as Ashok's words sank in. Her pink eyes, previously holding a mixture of sulkiness and charm, now took on a sharper, colder quality.
Deep down, she couldn't reconcile the situation—a male resisting her charms so effortlessly. She could accept resistance from females; that, at least, made sense in her world. But a male?
That was an anomaly, and while she managed to mask most of her shock behind her cold facade, a flicker of astonishment betrayed her.
Her companions, meanwhile, were far less composed. The male and female students standing at her sides exchanged uneasy glances, their disbelief apparent.
They couldn't fathom how someone could speak to Lilia in such a dismissive manner, let alone maintain dominance in the conversation. It was uncharted territory for them—an unsettling affront to their established dynamics.
