"Kelvin, come over here," Cris Yoon suddenly ordered. His expression had become quite intimidating.
"Quickly, Kelvin," he said, sounding impatient and Kelvin swallowed as he stood up and walked closer to him.
Cris held his hand and made him sit on his lap. Kelvin was confused. He thought Cris was going to send Kelvin back to his room again.
"Continue eating," he ordered and Kelvin looked at him, with a confused frown on his face. "Listen to me and do what I say, little lamb. Or, do you want me to personally feed you?" he smirked and Kelvin pressed his lips into a thin line. Feeding each other was actually on his list but he didn't like to do that this way; not when he was in his Antarctic state, not when he was being cold like this.
"I-I'll eat," he replied. Kelvin picked up his cutle
