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“Are you all right?”

Soft baby pink eyes, with tiny flower tattoos by the corners, stared back at Layla. A man, blessed with the beauty of a lady, was standing before her; his soft features were etched with worries and concern.

“Yes, I am.” She replied and stood up straight.

‘Vines! Why am I not surprised?’ She sighed as the vines that had wrapped around her legs slithered off her and disappeared.

Her attention moved to her waist, spotting what had stopped her from falling flat on her face—a vine also.

“You saved me?” She asked, gesturing to it, and he nodded.

“Yes, the joke has gone on far enough. I’m sorry about them.” He sighed, waving his hand, and the bind on her waist disappeared. His voice was girly too, which didn’t really come as a shock. It suited his entire calm aura.

‘At least it’s nice to know that not everybody in this school enjoys watching me suffer.’ Relief flooded through her, and she gave him a small, graceful smile.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” h