I really did come to help you catch up on your schoolwork, but there's no way I'm admitting it that easily. How embarrassing would that be! Hmph!
Richie and Anya heard every last bit of Si Ang's inward muttering and stubborn denial.
Under Anya and Richie's gazes, Si Ang answered Richie, "If Mr. Henry hadn't told me to visit you and report back on your health and schoolwork, I wouldn't have come!"
After speaking, Si Ang nervously bit his lower lip and lifted his little chin, looking disdainful.
Anya didn't quite understand why this older boy wouldn't tell the truth. He clearly cared so much about Richie, so why couldn't he just say it properly?
Richie marveled inwardly. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk!
Even when they found Damian's mouth in the cremation furnace, someone would curse, "What a stubborn mouth!"
A hundred years later, the cremator would discover that Second Son Damian's mouth had only just burned away, while Si Ang's mouth alone was still holding strong.
Now that was one stubborn mouth!!!
To avoid revealing that she had mind reading, Anya rarely voiced what she heard in other people's thoughts.
Just then, Anya also caught Richie's meaningful look.
Richie shook his head and winked at Anya, signaling that she shouldn't expose Si Ang.
Otherwise, with Si Ang's temperament, he would definitely lash out in embarrassment.
Richie wasn't sure whether Anya actually understood what he meant, but she probably did.
Lying in bed, Richie frantically blinked and shook his head. His movements weren't particularly large, just rather odd.
Si Ang had no idea what Richie was playing at. He merely frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"
Richie bared his big white teeth in a bright, sunny smile. "I'm sick, so I'm treating myself. The doctor said this helps me recover!!