CHAPTER 133
"Hey, hey, Love," Kraig grabbed her wrist, "Love, Love, look at me, stop crying. Did I lie? About what? Tell me, I can explain it to you." He whispered to her and held her wrists close to him for her not to cover her face. "Love, tell me- I can explain it to you, alright?" She sobbed and looked at him.
"T-the pancake." Kraig paused, 'The pancake? She was crying for a pancake?' He thought. 'So, she just really wanted to make them fight?' Kraig was not sure if he should laugh at this silliness.
"...yes, okay, it was salty, but it was good, okay?" He reassured her with a tender smile, "Why cry? Is that something to cry about?" Pulling her hands to wrap it around again at his torso, he bent his head and bit her ear, "You're such a drama queen, do you know that?" He chuckled and brushed her hair. "Stop crying."
"B-but I deliberately put salt on it, many, many salts on i-it." She said in between her hiccups, Kraig raised his brow.
