Zoran quietly entered Dahlia's room and walked toward her bed. Leaning down, he carefully grabbed the empty bottle that she was still holding.
"And I just told her not to get drunk," he mumbled. "She just refuses to listen…"
Sighing, he then moved Dahlia's body to position her comfortably on her bed, pulling up her bedsheets to cover half of her body as he tucked her into sleep. Nodding at a job well done, he then sat on the edge of the bed and simply stared at her sleeping face. Every night, he would often visit her and check on her while she slept… And of course, he wouldn't miss sneaking in a kiss on her forehead every night without fail.
