Sheila listened for a few sentences, too lazy to pay attention to them. Luckily, her parents were already used to their faces.
She pushed the door open and locked it behind her.
At this time, Killian had already washed up, probably woken up by the noisy sounds outside.
Her room didn't have a bathroom, but there was a small balcony where she could brush her teeth and wash her face.
Killian looked at her through the glass window.
Sheila: "My eldest uncle's family and my aunt's family are here."
Killian nodded with a toothbrush in his mouth, the foam on his lips surprisingly showing a rare touch of domesticity.
After washing his face, when he came in to change clothes, he glanced at her and asked, "What do you need me to do?"
"Speak less, smile more, okay?" Sheila said, naturally stan
