Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

At such a close distance, Xyla’s heart was nearly beating out of control.
“Untangle it, quickly,” she said.
“Okay... I’ll untangle it,” replied Stanley.
The closer they were, the better his voice sounded. It sounded like an expensive cello which played a beautiful melody. There
was a noble quality to his deep-sounding voice. Listening to it, Xyla felt like she was becoming even more intoxicated.
“Is it untangled yet?” she asked.
“Hold on...”
Stanley lowered his head while he carefully tried to untangle Xyla’s hair from his button. However, there seemed to be an
unresolvable knot which could not be untangled swiftly. While their bodies were tightly pressed against each other, Xyla dared
not move about, for fear that she might hurt herself from tugging her hair too hard.
In between breaths, her hair softly rubbed against his face. It caused an itchy sensation. For some reason, Xyla felt something
pressing against her from behind. Her body trembled and she subconsciously took a step forward. Once again, Stanley wrapped
his arms around her and pulled her back into position.
“Don’t move,” he ordered from above her head.
He continued to untangle her hair. When Xyla felt a sharp pain on her scalp, her rationality immediately returned. She could not
help but let out a gasp of pain. “Ouch... Five Batton, can you be gentler?”
“Okay, I’ll be gentler.”
“No. You’re still not being gentle enough. Five Batton, it hurts...”
“Okay, I’ll be even gentler.”
“Five Batton, can you do it faster? It hurts too much.”
“Yeah, very fast. Bear with me.” As soon as he said that, he could not resist chuckling a little.
“What are you laughing at?” Xyla asked immediately.

Stanley smiled affectionately. “Figure it out yourself...”
Xyla immediately came to her senses. Her face turned red, and so did her neck. She felt as if her heart would stop beating as
she began to realize how inappropriate their conversation was.
“Why did you stop speaking, huh?” Stanley teased playfully.
While Xyla’s face became flushed, she felt as if her blood had turned into sulfuric acid and was burning through every inch of her
skin and veins.
“Shut up. Untangle my hair,” Xyla said awkwardly.
Stanley chuckled softly again before looking down and continued to do as he was told. After a long while, Xyla’s hair was still not
untangled from his shirt.
“Are you sure you can do it?” she asked impatiently.
“Don’t you know very well that I can do it?”
His words caused Xyla’s face to turn red all over again. “Can you be a little more serious?” she asked.
Why was he being so aggressive?
“I clearly told you never to mention what happened that night,” she said with a serious face.
“Did I mention it?” Stanley asked.
“You...” muttered Xyla.
“Can’t you have a purer mind?” Stanley said playfully.
Xyla was feeling a little speechless. “Who’s the one who doesn’t have a pure mind here?”
“You,” said Stanley without hesitation.
“It’s clearly you,” Xyla argued.
“It’s you,” said Stanley again.

“It’s you. It’s you. It’s you,” Xyla retorted.
“Alright, whatever you say, okay?”
Xyla wasn’t sure, but she thought that there was actually a hint of affection in his voice. Was it the alcohol that caused her to
sense it mistakenly?