Dark 1 looked gloomily at the tightly shut door. Who was that girl? Why did 19 treat her so well?
What about the two of them? What about the vacation? Why did 19 treat her so well, not to mention having a third wheel?
Dark 1 resigned himself to his fate and cooked a table full of dishes. He really didn't want to cook for that little girl, but 19 had repeatedly reminded him and even asked him to make a pot of soup to wait. Good boy, on what basis? What right did he have to make him cook all these?
However, Dark 1, who had always been used to facial paralysis, could not say anything no matter how unhappy he was. He only glanced at the stairway and then at the stairs. Weren't the two of them spending too much time together? Wasn't that right?
"Didn't you not finish cooking? Why did you call me down to eat so quickly? We haven't finished talking."
