Liberoses
#23: Descendants Of The Sun
Davila placed two glasses of Coca Cola on the nightstand. The guy snorted angrily then gave me a small Paper bag that Hans had just delivered.
“Yay!” I screamed in delight, even a conscious sign hugging Davila tightly, so happy.
Davila. A few seconds passed before I finally regained my senses, then released my coiled hand around the guy's neck.
“Ehmm, sorry! Hehe.” I scratched my nape awkwardly, then opened the contents of the Paper bag.
My eyes are round, happy to see one black hoodie. Yeah, I had a few moments ago arguing with Davila, but I don't regret it! As a result, the black Hoodie was now plastered in front of him.
“Still!” I exclaimed in delight, then moved to pull out the infusion needle stuck in his hand. Davila glared furiously.
“What are you doing?!” Davila growled, the guy glanced at the fallen infusion, I looked at him confused.
“Change,” reply me plain. The guy rubbed his hair in frustration. Davila pulled the infusion and put it on the bed.
“Quick!”
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Event 20 minutes ago . . .
I took some vitamin pills that the doctor recommended. The bitter taste began to taste, bit by bit. I took some water and then gulped it down so that the pill could go down immediately.
I glanced at Davila, the guy looked at me anxiously because he had refused to take the vitamin pill. Light Blonde's haired bloke was already like a starving lion ready to prey on.
I gulped my saliva then cleared my throat, trying to find a topic. Suddenly the lights on my head lit up, indicating that there was an idea. Boyish but whatever, dong!
“Oh yes, I'm sorry yes, Hoodiemu that time in the scissors,” I said softly, Davila's eyebrows shot up one, then nodded in understanding a moment later.
“Sangkal loh. I like the Hoodie! I swear, that scissors don't have feelings!” I'm swearing. Chattering berceloteh berpaki women in all black clothes who cut Hoodienya—oh ralat, HoodieDavila.
The guy moved, pinched my cheek at full force. I looked at him in annoyance, stabbing the guy in the arm.
“Sick!” Pekikku as he pulled his hand. But instead of stopping, the guy moved his hand, playing my cheek as if it was a clay bundle.
“That's one Hoodie, among 100 Hoodieku.” Reply Davila indifferently. His hand still plays my cheek without feeling.
“Bwerartwi kamwu mwasih pwunya bwanyak—awwh!” I squealed when the guy touched my forehead. It hurts!
Basic heartless! It sucks! Brutal! Cruel! The monster!!I saturate, cursing Davila.
“Hm.” Reply cuek. Davila tidied up her Blonde hair and tidied up her t-shirt! Handsome boy!
“Bring me Hoodiedan shorts.” I pleaded, the man turned his head, with a razor sharp look.
Razor sharp...astaga! Stupid me, instead imagine one of Channeltelevision gossip with the slogan ‘ as sharp as ralet’!
Poor Gracee's!
“For what to show off your thighs? Is anyone interested?” Reply Davila pierced. That guy always knows how to make his interlocutor shut up. Hmh! I looked at him underestimating.
“Indeed you are not interested?” My daughter, playing with my fingernails, Davila glanced cynically.
“No.” The reply was more piercing. I sneered cunningly.
“Ya. You're not interested, are you? Why forbid me to wear shorts?” Gotchas! I smiled happily at Davila who was just silent. The guy glanced at her cynically.
“Ck! You won!” Davila said annoyed, while picking up her phone, and pressing one of the contacts.
I smiled proudly, then moved my hands, celebrating my success!
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I looked at the bathroom glass with pleasure. The glass that reflects the shadow of a girl with a Hoodie and shorts covered in that long Hoodie. With a smile that was perfect, as if he had just won the lottery.
Davila knocked on the door several times, coupled with her lazy growl.
“Quick!” Davila exclaimed from behind the door, I chuckled lazily then walked over, opening the bathroom door.
Davila glanced at me—oh ralat— glanced at my body from top to bottom, the boy clucked lazily then pulled my hand towards the wide mattress.
“Satisfied?” Davila exasperated, I smiled, trying to hold back the laughter of seeing Davila's sour face. It was as if he had swallowed something very acidic. Funnier.
“For now, yes.” I said, accompanied by a wide grin. Davila brought her face closer, then pinched my cheek—again! I clasped his hand.
“But I'm still bored. I want to watch Drama with Alyn.” I went back to whining, making Davila rub her face in frustration. That guy seems to be tired of facing all my will.
“Tonton lah.” Davila finally replied, The guy threw the remote television into my stomach. Caught her.
“I want to watch with Alyn,” My love, the guy brought his face closer, pinched both my cheeks so that my lips were slightly open due to his actions. The guy kissed me on the cheek and then put his face away.
“I'll accompany you.” Davila finally answered. I smiled happily, my eyes sparkling.
“Then, here!” I patted the empty space on the bed. Very wide, which would be enough for Davila. The guy climbed into the bed without protest, then hugged me softly, warmly.
“What do you want to watch?” Davila asked, picked up the television remote then started turning it on.
I flinkered for a while then mentioned one drama name that Alyn and I really liked.
Descendent of the sun!
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I stared enthusiastically at the television screen in front of me. One of the best dramas in the history of Korean drama ala Alyn and me perfectly played there. I kept my mouth shut many times, holding back the urgent laughter from coming out. It's hilarious! Holy jeez!
I again laughed, seeing the look on Yoo the jin—'s faceone of the main cast of the drama—which looks adorable. Davila raised her eyebrows in wonder.
What's so funny? Time and time again, the guy used the same sentence. But seeing the look on Grace's face that laughed freely made her happy, so she unconsciously carved a smile. A smile she had never seen before she met Grace.
I smiled, still looking at the big screen. For me, there's nothing more fun than watching a drama, let alone being with Davila? That was so much fun!
The scene began to change. It became more serious, when several soldiers were seen in the crossfire.
Dor's!
I screamed involuntarily, then hugged Davila's body tightly, the guy looked at me then stroked my head gently.
“It was just drama. Stupid.” His ejek then looked at the twisted scene.
I grumbled and then tried to get my head out slowly.
“It's finished yet?” I muttered, glancing at the television screen.
“But.” Davila replied indifferently, the guy swallowed his Chips.
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The night is getting late. Unknowingly, the two men had fallen asleep with blankets and hugged each other.
Their soft breaths sounded like baby snoring. They need rest.
And without them knowing. Both of them felt a sense of warmth that slowly drifted the land. Comfortable.
