Chapitre 392: Froze

Kurt felt like he had become a feast for Kyle's hungry stomach. Whenever he says he is not something she can eat, she would stubbornly tell him that she wants to eat him until he screams aloud. ''To dispute with a drunkard is to debate with an empty house. Her drunken mind is extremely animalistic.''

Had he knew what Kyle meant by eating him, he would have raged a war against her then and there. The innocent boy went into the kitchen and returned with the dinner plate.

''Eat.'' He said, placing the plate on her lap. 

Kyle stared at the dish and then lifted her eyes to face Kurt. 

''I don't want to eat.'' Her stubbornness is getting bottled up in her drunken state, especially after seeing him after fifteen days. Tonight, she wants to get spoiled by him. Kyle roughly shoved the plate onto his lap, not bothered it would fall off, though Kurt caught it with his fast reflexes.