"Why did you kick me? And why are you getting violent by the day, Olivia?" Maxen whimpered and clutched on his shin as he limped. However, when Olivia was about to reply, the burning smell of food caught them by surprise.
Fortunately, the thick smoke of white snaked up to the kitchen hood, saving them from any unnecessary cleaning all because a little prince pretended to know how to cook.
"What the heck, Max? Are you trying to burn my flat?" Olivia raised her voice as she shoved Maxen to the side. She snarled at him upon seeing how he set the fire too high, quickly burning the skin of the fish.
"Yes! So you can move in with me," Maxen smoothly spoke his heart's desire, feeling no remorse for his blunder. He pulled an awkward smile and playfully accused her, "Hey! You kicked me first. It distracted me." However, he stood ramrod straight when Olivia sent him an evil glare while her hands were busy rectifying his error.
