Bab 411: You're definitely not a kid

"You're really not coming back for the holidays, Bad Brother?"

It was a bright morning, shaking off the gloom of the past few days.

Sam felt relaxed and at ease.

He looked up towards the kitchen where the sound came from. A woman in an apron, her beautiful, slightly curly long hair tied up with a simple white hair tie.

No extra adornments.

Just her nearly perfect back curve and exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio created the image of an ideal woman.

Sam held his phone, smiling as he spoke.

"I told you, it's just a short break. I don't feel like making the trip back and forth."

"Hey... it's almost a month. I think you're just avoiding me! Not even coming back for New Year's."

Sam felt a mix of emotions. "Why would I avoid you? You're not a ghost."

"Who knows? Maybe you're... really afraid of me?"

The girl's voice was soft and gentle, not like a challenge, but with a hint of playful and ambiguous affection.