Moonbyul’s pov 

I was in the living room, reading some stuff that I have wrote while I was on stage when I heard faint footsteps. Someone of greentea scent top toed behind me, blind-folded me with her soft and tendered hands and asked me half gigging, “Who am I?”

I pressed my lips to stop myself from laughing at her childishness.

How can a goddess like her behave like a kid?

I recalled just now when I reached home, I ran frantically to her in our bedroom to seek for forgiveness. She totally ignored me, treating me like air particles. I tried many ways to coo her but failed miserably.

I was about to give up when I heard a sound from her. In a flash, I did something and went back begging for her forgiveness. This time it worked.  My mind flashed with the “something” I did and a huge smile lit up my face.

Princess cant beat her love for beef!

I cant forget the scene when her eyes widened as they set upon the beef stew I cooked. In a swift action, she snatched the food and zoomed to kitchen to garb the utensil and started digging in.

She is so adorable right?

“You need clues?” She faked her voice in high pitch bring me back.

“Hmm..  this is so hard.” I frowned, scratched my head and cupped my chin thinking hard.

“Our talented main dancer Moonstar is actually a dumb ?” Her California English accent was so clear.

Oh, she is challenging me…

In a flash, I grabbed her right hand, exerted force towards me and easily achieved my goal.  She landed in my embrace with her flustered face, her cat shaped eyes widened in shock.

“Yah~, you brute” She slapped my chest and attempted to do it again where I got hold of her hand to stop her.

Narrowing my eyes and fixating on her, “Well, I am just showing what a talented dancer can do. Dancers are quick in reflex and extremely strong like …” I halted and dripped my head nearer to her in a fast speed. She was taken aback by my “attack”, her face crimsoned but she put up her false front, “like a what?” She adverted her attention and looked away.

I loosened my grip on her, closed in more, feeling her warm breath on me, “like…… a ……brute.” I teased and back off to give her back her personal space.

*Slap*

She rained her second slap on my chest.

“Ouch~” I rubbed my “injured” area and whined “Is all visual so violent? Shouldn’t you act cute to be likeable?”

She glared at me and challenged, “oh, that is the power of a rapper? To spat rubbish in such a fast speed?”

This is getting interesting.

I smirked and again invaded her personal space, this time nearer than previously.

When I reached 1.5 cm away from her, her pale face diffused with pink like a little red flower opening for the firs