Twenty Four

LET THE POOR GIRL LIVE (II)

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?!"He sprunt upright on the bed and yelled menacingly, alongside a sneer that has her frightened, flinching back in complete horror.

A cold shiver immediately ran down her spine at his coldness. She should have knew this would be a bad idea. She should have stayed right back at her room and prevent incurring his wrath. She should have-

"Are you dumb or what?"She snapped out of her regret-filled trance as soon as he toned out again. All of a sudden, the temperature of the room turned real cold against her body. Or was it just her? Well, since this was all fultile after all, she should just forget it and get back to her room. Yes, that had be better.

As soon as her hand touched the doorknob, she knew that yet again- she should have knew better than trying to outsmart him. Of course, she couldn't just walk into his room without any tangible reason and expect to make her way out just like that.

"I thought I asked you a que