“Heh, you should’ve answered me, you know? I wouldn’t have shouted if you did.” Scratching her head while sporting a silly smile, the girl defended herself from my unfriendly gaze when she appeared at the doorway to the living room.
She’s truly carrying a pot and judging from the steam rising from it… she even heated it before coming.
Is she a huge idiot beneath that pretty face of hers?
“Put it in the kitchen and leave.” Without any change in my expression, I coldly said. “Next time, use the doorbell.”
Perhaps not liking it, she immediately pouted as she took heavy steps to the kitchen.
After dropping the pot on the tabletop, she took off her heavy winter coat, revealing herself in a comfortable red and white cotton blouse and short pants. Her figure was, as always, a sight to behold. However, not for my eyes.
Ignoring my gaze at her, she started busying herself there without even asking for my permission.