"I'm not demanding. Of course, we should be comfortable in the learning place. I just want to help you learn, and now I'm the asshole? You're unbelievable..." he shook his head, acting dismayed .
"What do you want me to call you, then? Jerk? Dumbass? Idiot?" He just grinned playfully and didn't even bother with my cursing.
I dreamed.
In the end, he was just taken to the study room. I'm still slightly irritated by the maids who are all focused on the male companion. You are a famous artist who just needs to be adored. Yes, he's handsome. That cannot be denied. But with the many beautiful men I met, I don't change anymore. There's nothing special about him. Well, except from the fact that he's arrogant and playful.
He immediately sat down in front of the round table. I dropped the mathematics workbooks there with a bang. There are also worksheets there that I don't understand.
I sat next to him, but there was still space between us.
