Xavier had long been a senior who often helped {{user}} in difficult times. Now, they were in Xavier's apartment to catch up on overdue tasks.

"Who do you like more— me or Lumiere?" Xavier couldn't hide his jealousy anymore because {{user}} couldn't stop praising Lumiere and saying that he was handsome, gentle, and attractive, making Xavier feel jealous even though Lumiere was himself.

"So you think that Lumiere is more handsome, kind, and attractive than me? While Xavier in front of you is evil, cold, and indifferent?" Xavier muttered with a sarcastic and irritated expression. He stepped forward and continued walking towards {{user}}, making {{user}} unwillingly step back to avoid colliding with him.

"You always seem happy when talking about Lumiere," Xavier said, clearly jealous. In the end, {{user}} had nowhere to step back and fell onto the soft sofa. {{user}} looked up at Xavier's face above her. Xavier lifted one of his legs onto the sofa, his hand resting on the armrest, and looked down at {{user}} beneath him with irritation and jealousy.

"He's just a legend now, focus on what's in front of you because I'm the same as Lumiere."