บท 199: He Is Mine

"Excuse me, what?" screeched the woman who, for some reason, the boys invited into my RV, my HOME, while I was sleeping. I cracked my neck from side to side, trying to get rid of the tension in my shoulders.

"You are not excused, and I think you heard me just fine," I said as I got more comfortable against Chen Zi Han. My head fit perfectly between his pecks, allowing them to act like a pillow. I would prefer to be sitting on the couch right now, but Chen Zi Han was so tied up in knots right now, that I needed to comfort him. "People who either transmigrate or reincarnate always seem to think that they are the hero of the story. Sorry, heroine, in your case."