"Devon, Devon, Devon, Devon!!" The soft voice of a woman sounded in the room. The woman's voice was filled with love and warmth as she called out to the other person in the room.
Meanwhile, Devon's eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes twitched as he heard his name being called. "Devon!" Hearing his name again, a perplexed expression appeared on Devon's face afterward. Though he didn't know what was going on but whatever it was, definitely didn't work out in his favor.
A few seconds after, Devon was forced to open his eyes which were shut closed, and seeing the person who was seating beside him, a deep frown appeared on his face. He stared at the surrounding, wondering what the hell happened, and how did things turn out to be this way.
Devon found it hard to accept that everything that had happened in the room between him and his aunt was all dreams. There hadn't been any cock ploughing, and everything was all just his imagination.
