He meaningfully grinned at me as if waiting for that response that would favor him.
“You’re terrible.”
“Please don’t tell me I will sleep outside, it’s scary out there.”
“You should’ve not come here in the first place if that’s what you think.”
“No, I mean, it’s too dark outside. Aren’t they planning to even put a lot of lamp posts out there?”
Am I going to explain to him everything? He’s complaining too much I can’t help but fold my arms as I stared at him with twisted lips. He looked down. “Sorry,” he said. I think he noticed what I am feeling right now.
“You sleep on the bed,” I said as I pointed our wooden bed. I used to share it with my mom. It’s not soft, unlike my bedroom in their grand mansion but at least I’m used to it.
“Are you sure? How am I going to sleep on a piece of
