Lyle's Bedroom.

Moori's POV.

There were still some clothes in the bedroom, which was hanging on the wall. When she opened the wardrobe, she saw Lyle's monotonous coat and shirts neatly hanging in there. He seemed to prefer black color. Moori hung her clothes beside his, then looked at them foolishly and suddenly wanted to smile.

Really, everything happened so fast she didn't have time to react...

She would never had thought before that something like this would happen to her ... What happened between her and Lyle was really like a fantasy, a fairytale, and a dream.

Indeed! She couldn’t believe it. It was like a dream.

However, if this is really a dream then she would rather never wake up from this dream, hoping that this beautiful dream would continue forever.

But she also felt heartache. She knows that there were many barriers between their relationship!

Lyle ……

No!

I need to be strong! I won't care what other says nor think! As long as I can stay by his side forever, then I will endure all of it!

She took off her shoes and lay on the bed. These past few days, so much have happened and now she was here. Together with a man way younger than her ...

Is this what they call 'Living together'...?

Although it seemed embarrassing, but now she suddenly did not want to leave.

An inexplicable emotion, something which she also could not explain herself overflowed in her heart. Perhaps, it was because she was really head over heels for him?

Moori lie in the bed and hit her head against her pillow.

It was soft. As soon as she laid on it, she sank right in.

He liked sleeping on soft mattresses? She didn't know this until now … However, this kind of mattress actually wasn’t very good for the back … she suddenly thought and decided to tell him to immediately change this to a new one. She didn't want any mishap happening to her beloved prince ... = =

Moori's thoughts were jumbled as she picked up her ears to listen to the sounds in the next room. It was quiet.

He should have gone to bed already? Wait ... where is his room? Now that I think about it, he just led me into this room but why are his clothes here?

And besides...

Sniffed ...

She sniffed.

The blanket smelled like him, a light scent which is slightly fragrant. The instant she thought about the fact that this bed was his, she, for some reason, would grow anxious… especially while she was wearing his shirt and pants… T.T …

She couldn’t sleep at all, you know? …

Is this really his room...?

Wait ... don't tell me, he's going to sleep with me ...?!

... ...

Well, we already did it last night anyway ... so I guess its fine? >.<

After several vivid but chaotic imaginations, she was suddenly startled out of her focused by something. Carefully, she tried to sense what it was. It seemed someone had entered the room…

Suddenly she heard footsteps but she was too anxious to lift her head from her pillow.

Moori then felt a familiar hand on her shoulder. She lifted her head and saw Lyle smiling towards her.

Her heart suddenly jumped ... like a surprised little kitten.

“Did I wake you up?” His voice was right there beside the bed. Bending over, he explained quietly, “The room still hasn't cleaned well yet, so you can only stay here for now.”

Lyle said to her while wearing a cool smile, “You can sleep in this room temporarily. It was actually my room."

"H-How about you?"

"Me? I’ll go sleep in the couch.”

That seemed… not very appropriate…

This is his house ... right?

She continued to wrestle with herself over it.

“How about… you sleep on the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch? It’ll be too exhausting if you sleep on the couch,” She suggested softly.

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“No, it’s alright.” He stroked her hand that was gripping the blanket. “Sleep now.”

A tone like he was coaxing a little child to bed.

“I have to get up very early tomorrow morning and leave, so tomorrow you need to stay here. Don't wander around outside by yourself, it's not safe yet ... " Lyle paused for a moment. As if he was thinking something before shaking his head. He smiled and continued "... if you want to go outside, make sure to bring Sheila or Sasha with you. In that case, I will be reassured.”

... sweet...

Hearing his words, Moori couldn't help but felt warmth spreading inside her chest.

Huh? He had to get up early?

... Oh, right! He needs to get up early. He said he wanted to attend the class.

Noticing her worry, Lyle smiled and strokes her hair gently. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything. I'll be very careful tomorrow ...” Suddenly for some reason, Lyle seemed to be hiding something.

Moori struggled for a little while longer but finally agreed.

Lyle sat on the bed beside her. He then put a hand on her cheek and his free thumb gently caressed her lips. "You must be tired today right? Go on sleep ..."

Moori felt troubled ... what should she do?

She was type who couldn't adjust well when sleeping in a bed other than her own, and as a result, causing her to become restless whenever she was lying on someone else bed. Much less, a man's bed.

She immediately tensed. Rolling over lightly, she tried to boost her own courage.

She was so embarrassed she could die and immediately scrambled for a reason. She suddenly thought of something. And as if she had finally been set free, she immediately sat right up and pretended to glare at him.

"Why do you suddenly act like this? How can you be so good attending someone like this? Aren't you just twelve years old?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't deny it ... you suddenly change so much after last night! I've never seen you act so gentle like this before?! Y-you're always seemed mischievous and naughty! Although I admit that you're gentle but you're also shameless ... so how can you suddenly act like a good lover boy like this...? Huh, answer me! How can you be so professional?" Moori eyed Lyle sharply as if he was interrogating a criminal.

Lyle momentarily stares blankly at her before bursting in laughter. He inched his face closer to her face. "Why do you think so?"

Moori puffed her cheeks angrily, "Confess, how many girls did you play with before?"

“I stopped counting after hundred.” Lyle joked but inwardly he felt relieved. It seemed like Moori really didn't noticed the commotion outside.

Erasing the thoughts raging inside his mind, Lyle decided to forget what happened a while ago at the moment and focus his attention to his darling ...

“You crossed the hundred mark!?”

“Yo- you playboy!” When Lyle shamelessly showed off, Moori couldn't help but widened her eyes in surprise. After that, she dropped her shoulders in a very depressed state. “…I knew it, Lyle is just too popular, since you're so handsome.”

“Eh? Miss Moori !? That was a joke, you know? Please do not take it for real. Also ...” Lyle paused for a second and pouted his lips. "Darling, aren't you accusing me so badly? I maybe twelve years old but age is only a number. It doesn't dictate someone's knowledge and capabilities ... besides I may not look like the part but I'm only like this towards the people I hold dear ... especially, since I already passed the line so of course I will become more mature. Don't you know, when men entered adulthood, they will always change~"

Moori didn’t know who to cry to, because Lyle sulked in front of her. She fumed and she glared at him. "Are you sure ... ? You're not lying to me, aren't you ?"