His attitude was very poor, and his tone was both cold and hard.
Joe Heath's gaze towards her was filled with thorns!
Melody Xylas' mind was dizzy; she could no longer hear what Joe Heath was saying. All she felt was someone talking beside her ear, buzzing like bees.
Her head ached, and her body alternated between cold and hot. She felt as though she was in deep water and fierce fire, as if her body no longer belonged to her.
"You can't even stand for a few minutes without faltering; are you faking it?" Joe didn't believe her.
Melody furrowed her brows tightly, her eyes closed.
"Cold, cold..."
She curled up her body, her hands frantically grabbing at something, longing to catch hold of anything.
Joe threw a blanket over her and looked at her pale, melon-seed-shaped face, unable to help but frown: "You really are delicate, still thinking you're some kind of princess!"
