He didn't even say, "Why don't you sleep on the couch?"
I was a bit surprised.
But the moment I opened the door, I was no longer surprised.
Because there was no couch at all!!!
"Elvis, I distinctly remember there being a couch here. Where is it?"
I was frantic.
But Elvis remained calm, raising an eyebrow at me, "Other than the bed, what else do you see here?"
I looked around and felt a cold chill run through me.
They say older people are wiser for a reason.
These four, with a combined age of two hundred years, really didn't hold back in bullying us two kids.
"Just accept it."
Elvis casually sprawled out on the bed, then looked at me with a hint of impatience, "Are you going to sleep or not?"
I stood there with my arms crossed, torn.
Staring at Elvis lying on the bed, I asked cautiously, "You're not going to try anything, right?"
Elvis suddenly burst into laughter.
And it was a surprisingly nice laugh.
He propped his head up with one arm and gave me a once-over.
"Maggie, where do you get this confidence from? With that shriveled body of yours, like a withered cucumber, do you think I'm that desperate?"
"Elvis, are you asking for a beating?"