"It's all set. The woods are strong and firm, and the leaves are thick and large for some reason," Rolan said, admiring the tent-like shade he had built.
He had made sure that rain wouldn't get inside when they went in to rest.
'Rose must be thinking that I'm powerful right now. I made this tent all by myself. She might even help me wipe my sweat—wait, it's raining and cold. I can't even sweat.'
Meanwhile, Rose stared at him, biting her lip as she eyed the tent.
'Am I going to share this tent with him? Can't he make another one so I can be comfortable?'
"Did I do great?" Rolan's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and she blinked twice.
He never missed a chance to get praise from her, did he? Back then, when she had been busy worshiping him like he was the only man on earth, he had only ignored her. But now, today, he was looking at her with a smirk, waiting for her to acknowledge him.
