"What are you going to do?" Ren asked as he tugged at Alen's sleeve. He nodded slowly with a pleading look.
"Ren, you don't have to worry about us," said Alen as he grabbed Ren's hand and patted it lightly. He also followed Ozi to the front of the house. Ozi sighed after Alen was in front of him.
"Can't you hold back? Ren is sick right now," Ozi said coldly.
"What are you saying? So, I have to be quiet when you hold my boyfriend's hand?" asked Alen with an expressionless face. But, his palms were tightly clenched beside his body.
"You think that's what happened?" Ozi asked. Alen loosened his fists because he was a little disturbed by the question. Ren rubbed my head and I just responded to his actions.
"Bullshit!" snapped Alen. He didn't want to believe Ozi so quickly. After all, Ozi was his opponent now. The wordplay was not able to deceive him.
