My Little Devil's

A warm feeling

Still in the same room. Just behind the sofa that covered his tiny body was a girl who had been living here.

He curled up in the corner of the room that was a bit dark closed Curtains room staring at the Shoulder and Back of the burly Man who had been drinking until he was unconscious.

Netra his ashes continued to look wistfully at the figure that always looked rough and so haughty in front of everyone, now like a Lion who was holding a wound all over his mind.

He did not want to come closer and let a little silence calm the man's mind.

"Daddy is just like Leen, too" muttered Evelyne in tears at Maxwell's mess.

He's been here since Maxwell came in. His little body slipped and continued to endure fear and anxiety when the glass bottles were thrown ferociously against the wall there.

It felt Maxwell had been motionless for a long time finally Evelyne stood with careful footsteps approaching towards the bed.

He tiptoed several times when this broken glass blocked the tiny barefoot. Evelyne was still wrapped in a Maxwell suit that he had not exchanged.

"Dad!"

Call Evelyne but there is no answer or movement from Maxwell who has leaned to the side of the bed leading to the wide window area of the room.

Evelyne cautiously climbed up the bed in fear that Maxwell would get angry and tear him up here. But Evelyne's concern was too great that he kept crawling close to his Shoulder and Maxwell's head leaned against this sturdy bed.

"Daddy!"

He was sitting on the edge of the bed right next to Maxwell's shoulders, who was seen sleeping with wet cheeks and the shirt was open sitting on the floor.

The bulge of sexy muscles and the shape of the chest of the perfectly spaced field sometimes make Evelyne daydream.

"Why is Leen this?!" mummy Evelyne wonder herself. Not usually he is so interested in the body of a person let alone his logic he is still small.

Where did this interest come from?

The question flashed in his innocent brain. Not wanting to be someone else, Evelyne returned to focus on looking at the face of Handsome Maxwell who immediately leveled up.

The messy hair with fresh pink lips looked a little open even this alcohol aroma gave off male air and was very mighty.

"Daddy is so handsome," shy Evelyne covered her face with both hands.

In the sense that he began to be so fanatical, Evelyne finally decided to clean this room so that his Daddy could sleep soundly.

"Daddy's neck must hurt when he wakes up. Leen had to support him with a pillow" Evelyne murmured but he realized that doing so now Maxwell would wake up and whip like an insane person.

Leen better clean the room first then change Daddy's clothes and just grab a pillow.

Evelyne thought so. With a small body in his swallow The oversized coat he twisted his brain by carefully pulling the Blanket on the bed and then down on this cold floor.

He rolled the blanket up and prepared to push it to the corner of the room.

Yet. Still Evelyne was too excited to carelessly pick up a piece of glass large enough to injure his hand.

"Leen was careful. If Bubu saw for sure he would be nagging all day," Evelyne muttered letting the blood on her index finger drip.

In this kind of atmosphere he so missed the figure of the woman who had been raising him in Pura. Evelyne called her BuBu with a high sense of closeness.

"When Daddy wakes up. Leen will ask to visit Pura, Bubu would be happy," he murmured and then resumed work.

Wound on his little finger he clogged with Blanket occasionally see Maxwell who still has not changed position.

The floor is clean. Evelyne with tiny legs and step on her tiptoes pushed the bathroom door she could not reach.

"Leen wants to go!!" insist Evelyne pushed it as hard as he could but still could not.

As a result, Evelyne immediately took a distance back preparing to break down with small legs that are not worth it.

"Let Leen masuuuk!!"

Brugh..

He hit the bathroom door until his body fell back. Her calf was bruised as well as her ankle.

"Aunty Robots. Let Leen in. Leen just wanted to get some water," Evelyne murmured, thinking that this door was just like the sensor machine in Maxwell's room in the House.

Because the riots Evelyne created were actually heard by Maxwell who began to rise to the surface of his consciousness. He frowned as the light from behind the wind-blown curtain pierced his sharp eyelids.

"Eh."

Maxwell muttered his heavy head. He slowly straightened his sore body from the bed rest and opened his eyes slowly.

She saw a miniature doll in front of the bathroom door. But, as he rubbed his eyes clear, the view finally turned real.

"You.."

Evelyne immediately turned her face. He gasped when Maxwell was awake with a state of urgency but impressed sexy and charming.

"D..Dad! Sorry Leen wanted to come in here."

"Why are you here?" maxwell asked, holding a throb in his head. He drank so much that he crossed the line that the Drunk continued.

Seeing his Daddy's condition was not entirely good Evelyne immediately crawled with his white flat chest exposed to wearing nothing in there.

"Dad! Leen was following Daddy.."

"You..."

"Dad! Don't be angry just yet. Daddy's still not well" Evelyne muttered Maxwell's head gently and very boldly.

Maxwell silently stared intently at the beautiful face of the little Evelyne who looked so worried about him.

"Daddy must rest. Get in bed so Daddy's body doesn't hurt."

"Damlame!!" call Maxwell over Evelyne's tiny hand that rubs her hair.

"Damlive!!!"

"Uncle is not outside. Dad!" evelyne answered again rubbing Maxwell's head as if not deterred.

Maxwell who felt that he did not have the energy to move again could only quietly lean his body back with his head turned to make his sturdy neck more robust.

"Dad!"

"Go to Jirom," muttered Maxwell, looking at Evelyne, who shook his head. His forehead immediately intertwined when Evelyne climbed this bed to climb back up.

He who is troubled must be pushed by Maxwell's burly hands that support the little boy's buttocks.

"What do you want?"

"Daddy take it easy" Evelyne replied, sitting behind Maxwell's head with both legs dangling down.

Maxwell wanted to move but Evelyne's two tiny hands were already holding her head.

"Geelyne!!"

"Leen will massage Daddy's head to let the dizziness subside. Leen also did that to Bubu," Evelyne murmured in a gentle squeeze of Maxwell's hair with his very agile little fingers making a special massage.

Although not so pronounced but not why Maxwell feel calm.

"Close Daddy's eyes. Leen will take care of you from them all."

Maxwell was silent. He let Evelyne massage his head which had never been held by anyone but his mother.

Maxwell's rolling eyes looked at the corner under the Bed where there was a Photo Frame lying there.

"Daddy sleep!"

"Hm."

Maxwell answered nothing but his flat murmur. He grabbed the Photo Frame until Evelyne's eyes could look at him.

"The woman is very beautiful. Dad!" praise Evelyne who actually knew it was Maxwell's Mother's Photo.

A few hours back he saw Maxwell talking alone with a very painful expression. He also saw Maxwell embrace this photo until finally unconscious.

"Look like an Elf!"

"Where do you know?" asked Maxwell rubbing the surface of this Frame with a blank look.

"Leen knows everything. From Daddy's favorite start and.."

"My favorite?" maxwell felt he had nothing like it. He stared at Evelyne's warm bead of ash until his head was directly above this tiny thigh.

"yeah. Daddy always does it almost every minute, even countless," explains Evelyne propping her chin up to Maxwell's forehead, allowing the boy's spoiled behavior.

"You don't brag."

"Leen's right. Daddy was always grumpy to everyone and yelled at every time. That's Daddy's favorite, isn't it?"

Suddenly Maxwell's serious face immediately turned crap. He shoved Evelyne's shoulder that was resignedly stranded onto the bed an amused laughter appeared.

"Daddy is too serious. Leen was just kidding."

"You think that's funny?" maxwell asked with an annoyed face instead of playing.

"yeah. Every time Daddy gets angry, he's gonna kick Leen out. Daddy's eyes widened with nose flowers, Daddy was like a Buffalo waiting for the Toilet queue."

"You.."

Maxwell could not be angry when he saw Evelyne laughing so satisfied. Where did he get such cheap taunts.

Evelyne's amused laughter gradually subsided but Maxwell only silently thinned his lips almost completely invisible. He looked at Evelyne in silence enough that he and God knew.

For a moment Evelyne normalized her breathing. He turned to look at Maxwell with the corner of his watery eyes as he stretched out his hands as if telling Maxwell to lay his head on his stomach.

"Leen's hug!".

Evelyne's pinta is soft and warm. Then what stone hit Maxwell's head he to anchor his head to Evelyne's flat stomach that rubbed his head smooth.

" Daddy is not alone. There's Leen who will always pay attention. Daddy!"

Evelyne murmured very sincerely into the sidelines of Maxwell's heart that had been frozen. Evelyne's ever tireless and desperate attitude forced her into the World made Maxwell accustomed.

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