Azren was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen. With his apron tightly embracing his muscular body, he hummed a song while moving his hands swiftly to chop the vegetables.
Of course, it was Michy's song that he sang. Even if he knew other songs in the human world, he was still stuck with Michy's songs. Maybe it was not the song that made him addicted, but the voice of the idol that was so addicting.
"Michy does have a good voice. If only he used that voice to speak softly every day, then it would be a blessing. Too bad that he often used that voice to scold people," Azren complained as he stopped humming the song.
Even today, the idol didn't speak softly to him. Instead, the silver-haired boy spoke to him in his usual cold voice. Azren felt like pouting when he heard that voice, but he managed to maintain his dignity by displaying a normal expression.
