I complained too much.

“Mumyeong “

You ran after the little puppy when she jumped out from the kitchen. You never knew she could run that fast. Kris who was reading a novel upstairs closed his book shut instantly and began to eavesdropping. He missed your voice after the night he told you that he will give Mumyeong to you and that he will eventually get caught by police, it had only been two days and Kris couldn’t help himself.

He told himself to stay away from you as far as possible. But whenever he saw your presence, he would approach you with his cocky side. Which was an epic fail because you were shy after that night you jumped on him and kissed him unexpectedly. You replayed back the scene when you were on your bed and couldn’t help but felt shameless.

What the hell is wrong with me? You ruffled your hair and bit off your bottom lip. It was a good thing there was a pillow nearby, or your bottom lip will get bitten off by yourself. So placed the shy you and Kris’s distance mode together in one spot, both of you rather made an awkward interaction.

“You need to eat, or else your ‘father’ will chop my head off.”

The edge of Kris’s lips quirked up, he shook his head and rubbed his temple. Aish, this girl and her lack of humor. He shoved the novel aside that he was reading and stood up. While heaving a big heavy sigh, he pushed the door opened and walked down the stairs.

Downstairs, Mumyeong was busy swaying side to side whenever you tried to feed her. She doesn’t want to eat any food since early in the morning. Your mother tried her best to feed her at first before she went to the shop but gave up after that.

“You’re not on period, right?” You examined the little one before slowly backing away to prevent any attacks.

Then out of nowhere, a deep and husky voice appeared. “She’s just 6 months old, no periods yet. That’s common sense, dim-wit. “

Your ears perked up and you glanced up to see the uninvited guest. Kris was standing there with his perfect posture as usual. If Kris was not a prisoner, he might become a model or an idol. He raised a brow at you and crossed his arms in a strong manner, “If Mumyeong doesn’t want to eat, just leave it”

“That’s mean, Mumyeong might starve.” You shook your head and forced the rice ball into the puppy’s mouth but only to be rejected, again. “See” Kris pointed and gave you his ‘I told you to leave it’ face. You shot him a glare and then stood up, “Fine, whatever”.

Kris stared at your figure slowly retreated to the kitchen, then washed off the food that stuck on your hands grumpily because he snapped at you just now. A small smile spread across his face once again.

You were Kris’s ideal wife. He finally made it out what kind of a person he wanted to marry in the future. He wanted someone who can cook, someone who can take care of others and someone who were kind to family and respect others.

You were all three them.

He leaned against the door frame whilst admiring the view. The way you tied your hair up into a loose pony tail with your cute bare face glowing; the way you wore your big t-shirt that reached down to your upper knee; the way your slender legs provoked him lustfully; the way your arms crossed tightly together while your eyes were glaring at him, pissed.

Wait, the way your arms crossed tightly together while your eyes were glaring at him?!

Kris immediately jolted away from you and caught a lump in his throat. You were crossing your arms with your eyes squinted into dangerous slits. “Why are you staring at my legs?” You tapped your foot, waiting for a reasonable answer.

Kris blinked and straightened himself. He doesn’t need to lie, because he already told you he liked you. But saying that he loved to see your bare legs were definitely not an option especially when you both were not in good terms.

“My eyes just, sort of – wander off- maybe – ugh I love your legs. “He blurted out and ruffled his hair in confusion, making a face without realizing he looked cute.

You gave him a look then slowly loosened your arms to your side. He was adorable at times and you couldn’t help but became a softie. With a huff, you turned your heels and walked over to Mumyeong. Kris slowly turned to you after you walked off then smirked to himself, “I guess she’s getting use to it. “

Kris blinked for awhile then grinned like a fool, “or she’s loving my ert side. “

“Don’t even think about it” You warned Kris while ruffling Mumyeong’s head. “I ignored you because I know you will never stop being a ert”, you rolled your eyes when Kris gave you his smug look. “Oh dim-wit, don’t deny your love for me”, that boy even got the guts to sing-song.

Jerk, you gritted your teeth and murmured bad things about Kris. Then all of the sudden, there was a knock on the door. It made you jerked away from Mumyeong by the sudden noise.

Both you and Kris looked up at each other and blinked. “I think it's one of your friends”, you urged him to answer the door but he ignored what you just said. He slumped down on the couch across you and pointed