Holding the sleeping Amelia on his back, Ryan entered the room quietly, trying to ignore her hands, which held onto his neck firmly like a baby Koala hugging its mom.
"Sigh-" Putting her on the bed, Ryan sighed inexplicably after a long battle of witts, barely able to gently tear her off.
He covered her with a blanket, turned off the light, and was about to leave, only to feel a slight tug on his sleeve.
Thinking that Amelia woke up, he lowered his head a bit to stare at the source of the tug, realizing Amelia had long injected the whip with radiation, and it was now a bracelet made of flowers that complemented Amelia's personality that wrapped around his sleeve asking him not to leave.
Ryan paused. He could easily separate himself and walk out, but he also knew that if he left right now, that thing would make a fuss.
