“So, what exactly is ‘This is my latest design’ in French?” Kylie tapped the pen on her lips and her legs was brought up with her books propped on it. Kris didn’t answer her question; instead, he traced light kisses on her legs up to her knee “Kris, how am I supposed to focus?” she raises a brow

“I have a question.” he smirked “Why are you even studying French?”

“Because I’m going to Paris and lay down my work and designs, isn’t it easier to communicate with them in their language?”

“Or do you just wanna understand what they say about you in another language.” he propped his chin on his palm

“That actually works too.” she mumbled but later grunt

“Hey.” Kris pulled her legs so that she would move closer to him “You don’t have to worry okay? They’ll love you, well… Your designs at least.”

“Hey!” she shot. He chuckled and brought her face closer to gently place his lips on hers

“Feeling better?” he smiled

“You’re supposed to teach me French.” she crossed her arms

“Since when were you so into studying? And since when did you ever care about me teaching you?” he gave an amused look

“Ha-ha, are you gonna help me or not? If you’re not, then don’t disturb me.”

“Ouch, that hurts.” he placed a hand to his heart “Sure, I’ll help you.” then he stopped “Wait, I thought you know French?”

“I do, at least used to. I forgot because last time I went there was like 10 years ago. I know the basics but couldn’t really keep up with the complicated ones.” she sighed “Will you help me or not?”

“Of course I will silly.” Kris ruffled her hair “Where should we start? French kiss?” he raises a brow

“No, French fries.” she rolled her eyes “I’m getting myself a real tutor.”

“I am real.” he stated

“I meant as in the tutor won’t lead me to somewhere else other than learning the language of French, not the body language.” she snapped

Kris raised his hands in surrender “Very well, we’ll start with intro first.”

After an entire one and a half hour of learning the language; Kris got up and made drinks for them. He entered the room with both glass in his hand and looked up to find Kylie lying on the bed with a smirk on her face and her eyelashes batted at him which he returned with a puzzled look and a raise of a brow.

“Draw me like you French girls.” she winked

Kris stared “I don’t do drawing.”

“Well that worked.” Kylie mumbled and laid on her back

“Your drink Mis