“How did you know?!” I asked again.
“I know a lot of things..” he smiled and I just kept looking at him.
“Are you spying on me?” That’s the first thing that comes to my mind.
I don't want to assume, but..how can I not?
“Are you sick?” he tried to touch my forehead but I stepped back. His lips parted, he looks as if he got offended by my action.
But I don't care.
“Answer my question!” I demanded.
“If I answer your question, will you let me check your temperature?” He raised his eyebrow at me.
“Of course not!” I glared at him.
“Then, I won’t answer your question.” He said that made me so annoyed.
Does he think that he can convince me to allow him to check my temperature with that question that I am dying to know the answer?
No way!
Even when I am dying of curiosity, I will not l
