My intuition never failed me at the very moment. My brows turned into line when we got to his place. But still, I tried so damn hard not to act indifferent in front of him. Or worse see my self in a hysterical state.
I didn't have to ask where my suppose room was, when he put my things in his. Fine, I'd share room with him and sleep in his bed, too.
And to my dismay his house really didn't have an AC. There was only a stand fan to cooling the entire room and nothing more.
Perhaps through this my parents wanted me to suffer. Coz if not, we could at least stay in the mansion. When a lot of vacant rooms are there. We could even have two rooms for each other.
My sigh never ended like the running water in an open faucet. Nonchalantly, I looked around his room. He's got a neat wooden mascul
