Chapitre 131: Not a fire fairy

"Let me down, I would love to get dressed," I said as he got into the room, and with a bright smile on his face, he let me down gently

"Let me go and make you what to eat," he said before patting my head as if I was some fucking puppy and if I were, to be honest, I loved it but then I wasn't in the mood to be pampered by somebody's son so I shrank away from it and directed a glare at him to which he laughed at

"Only god knows what you find funny," I said before making my way to the closet

"It's you, I find you funny," he said with a chuckle before making his way towards the door and disappearing on me and I rolled my eyes, since when did I become a funny person? Can anyone please shed some light on that matter because the me that I know isn't a funny creature, if anything, I'm a serious person, who doesn't like to joke, right?