Chapitre 327: Our Little Lia

Demyan 

"Demy," a light knock resonated from the bedroom door. A soft glow of light flooded into the room which forced me to open my eyes as I propped myself up on my elbows. Malia peeked in the room with a gentle smile and her hair up in a messy bun. 

"Mal," I yawned tiredly then sat up fully. I ran my fingers through my short hair which probably looked like a mess. 

"I'm sorry to wake you, but um my parents wanted to see where I'm working and everything. So I brought them over, I hope you don't mind. I was thinking maybe we could give them a small tour you know. If you don't want to, that's completely fine as well," she nodded quickly.