A clinging and a banging noise was made that woke me up from my dreamless sleep. Wearing my night gown robe and tied a ribbon right below my s.

Walking down the stairs with still a blury eyes, I somehow made my way through without any difficulties. Now, who could be up this early. It's 6:13 am as it reads on the wall clock.

Going down the last step of the stairs, a familiar muscular back of a man came in my sight.

"Kris?" I questioned in a disbelief. No one dares to go to the kitchen, especially Kris. Oily much.

"You got awake by me?" He questioned back, with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Well, yeahh. Need a hand?" I offered, thinking that it is a good idea.

"Uh, just make me a glass of tea would be nice. With ice please." With his husky and breathless voice sounded the cold night.

"Yeahh. Sure."

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"Uhh, Kris, your tea?" He looked up from his handphone and look into my eyes. "Thank. You can go now." He ordered, yet apart of me felt somewhat hurt.

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