He added, "Perfect timing. I have a project I'd like to explore with you."
I groaned.
My face turned red again.
Lyman was one of those people who was completely different from how he appeared.
He had the face of an aloof, restrained man, but it was all a front.
In short, he was both shameless and sneaky.
That night, using my father's influence as an excuse to oversee my studies, he forced me to move out of my dorm and live with him.
Of course, I refused.
He immediately threatened to call my father, so I reluctantly agreed.
Standing in his living room, I wanted to ask, "Who needs a house?"
I dug at the floor with my toes.
I said, "I'll sleep in the guest room."
Lyman bent down and looked at me with a smirk.
He asked, "Lilia, do you want to sleep with me?"
Of course not!
I was just reminding him he didn't need to give up the master bedroom for me.
I glared at him, but he just pinched my cheek.
I grabbed his fingers and bit down.
He winced, then laughed, "You little wildcat."
He carried my suitcase into the bedroom and even helped me make the bed.
Half an hour later, he brought me a glass of warm milk.
My eyes couldn't help but linger on the muscles visible under his pajama collar.
Show-off!