11. About...charm
The early morning light shines through the thick curtains into the large, beautifully decorated bedroom. You can clearly see every piece of furniture and furnishings that are designed to make people who come in to rest comfortable and convenient... Just by looking at it, you can tell that it is specially for guests. Room.
There is a huge bed in the center of the guest bedroom, and on it is the slender body of a young man wearing blue striped pajamas, sleeping soundly.
At this time, the door that had been closed tightly all night was slowly opened, and the person who opened the door walked in and walked directly to the bed without any scruples.
"Yes." The intruder put his hand on his forehead to measure and compare it with his own body temperature. The gentle contact made the sleeping person move his body slightly, stretched his neck to avoid it, and his eyelids moved accordingly. Slowly opened it.
"P...Pakin."
Graph shouted lightly like a person who has not yet woken up, thinking that he was still in a dream. The person he wanted to see most in the dream was standing beside the bed with his big hand on his forehead, and his eyes... seemed a little worried. .
The gentle touch felt incredibly good.
"Go on sleeping. I just came in to see if he was about to die." However, the words he spoke were still blunt and hurtful, making the half-asleep person completely wake up and face reality.
Snapped!
So Kritithi involuntarily waved away the other person's hand, making the person who came in to check the condition look downcast, but the young man quickly pulled up the quilt and covered his head, his face and hair were completely covered under the quilt. Make a vague sound:
"Why did P come in? This is my room!"
"This is my home!" When the disobedient child said stubbornly, Pakin retorted impatiently.
Originally, I just wanted to come in and check on my condition, but my mood was disturbed by a crazy kid early in the morning.
"Come, put down the quilt. I want to make sure you won't die in my house." The person listening immediately pursed his lips, feeling that the happiness last night was just his own wishful dream. When I woke up in the morning, it was still the same Pakin, talking with the same irritability and impatience. So the hand holding the quilt started to tremble, but he still didn't want to show his face that he had just woken up to.
"Graph。"
"..."
"Graphic。"
"Don't worry about me, it's just a fever. You won't let me die at home and let P be responsible!" After the fever subsided, he started to fall back on his old habits. The listeners were so angry that even though Pakin could have turned around and left the room, if he didn't first make sure that the little kid was safe and sound under his supervision, he would definitely work like this irritably all day long. Therefore, people who have sworn never to have anything to do with this kid...
"Chi!"
His big hand grabbed the end of the quilt and pulled it hard. The quilt in his hand fell to the floor, covering half of the room. The boy on the bed screamed out in surprise, raised his head and looked over, and then His eyes widened involuntarily, and then... he raised his hands to cover his face.
"P, get out, this is my room!" Kritithi shouted loudly, then turned over and turned her back, trying to bury her face in the pillow, because... she couldn't look at it.
