Flashback
I'm lying in Kian's bed again, exhausted after cleaning the second floor. Kian, too, is exhausted. His training has become intensive since he just turned 16.
"Why are you so tired?" he asked.
"I had to clean the second floor twice because Trisha and Lang kept spilling muddy water on the floor, and teasing me," I said, snuggling into him. He smelled so good.
'I'll deal with them," he yawned.
"No, it will make it worse. Don't get involved, plus, I already put them in their place," I give him a devilish smile. He is impressed with him.
"That's my girl," he praised, and I beamed.
"Should I leave you to rest? You look beat, Kian," I feel bad for him.
"No, stay. Sleep with me," Kian groans, his eyes still closed. I feel myself blush. Kian had changed since I met him. He l
