Sometimes Lorenzo felt like he was cursed by someone. He rarely had the chance to be with girls, and even when he did, there weren't any romantic scenes. Every time, things always ended awkwardly.
Lorenzo looked to the side, his pajamas were hanging on Eve's head while she was frozen in the act of opening the door, standing still like a lamp post.
"Um... good morning."
Lorenzo said dryly.
Eve paused for a long time before slowly starting to move again. She yanked Lorenzo's pajamas off her head, her sleep-tousled hair fell behind her like a red lion's mane.
"You're really in good spirits, Mr. Holmes."
Eve said with a smile, her voice gentle, like a mom trying to wake you up in the morning.
Her gaze greasy, she examined Lorenzo from head to toe.
Even though he was soaking in a warm bath, under that gaze Lorenzo couldn't help but feel a chill. He covered his chest like a girl being spied on while bathing... but the thing is, the roles should be reversed, right?
