"Creator, are you sure you want to spend these two days locked up in your room?" The butler asked as he set up the small table by the arched window with trays of sweets, chocolate, tiny cakes and freshly brewed raspberry tea - extra sugar.
"I hate… crowds!" Came the voice by the foot of the bed. Thanh Van had thought it best he wouldn't step out of his room and risk butting heads with an idiot - so he did push-ups instead ever since the sun rose from the east.
That was roughly 12 hours ago and Thanh Van no longer felt his arms.
He didn't want to stay cooped up in the room, but going out meant he risked butting heads with a certain idiot.
While he knew he couldn't hide forever and sooner or later, he would have to face Kim. Still, Thanh Van refused to move. As long as he didn't see Kim, he would still be the Ruan An the man had known until now.
