"But it's so lonely to sleep alone… Besides, I'm scared to sleep on my own in such a huge bedroom. The house seems so creepy and scary that a ghost might pop out any time…"
The lad had once watched a domestic horror film which featured an aged mansion; the memory of it gave him the creeps.
Unfortunately for him, the man's expression only turned cooler as he parted his lips to issue a warning. "There's a limit to my patience, you brat—"
Before he could finish speaking, the boy grabbed his hands and smilingly pulled him to the sofa, where he was pushed to take a seat. In his confusion, the boy fawningly went behind him and started kneading his shoulders with his small hands.
"You must be tired, uncle; I'll give you a shoulder massage!"
"…"
This brat is quite the bootlicker.
"Are you trying to sweeten me up?" He cocked a brow as he glanced sideways.
Pity that I won't fall for it!
