"KIHO, I'M not angry with you," Tilly assured her husband while they were walking in the dark hallway. Of course, they were walking while holding each other's hand. They actually didn't know where the hallway would lead them. It looked like they were in a basement. But she wasn't afraid because she was with Kiho. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"But why do you look upset?" Kiho asked nervously. "You're pouting, Tilly."
She gently pinched her pouting lips. "I'm not."
"You are."
"Am not."
"You are."
"Am not."
"Okay," he gave in. "But you're jealous, aren't you?"
She stopped walking forcing him to stop as well. Then, she turned to him. "Excuse me? You think I'm being jealous?"
He nodded, his face looked as innocent as a cinnamon roll. Obviously, he was in a good mood. "Yes. This is the first time that you got jealous."
She raised a brow at that. "And you like that?"
