*Sniff* It's not food, it's ice cream.

Tier-1 City Edifice, Block-D

Building no. 10, Room no. 75

In Adrian's apartment

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh... Adyyyyyyy..... you are killing me... not my face, NOT MY HANDSOME FACE... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh....." Elijah cried in pain, as again he felt a punch descending on his face.

"Who eats food like this, huh?! I ask WHOOOOOOOO DOESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS....." Adrian yelled as he again punched the pervert beneath.

BAM! BAM!! BAM!!!

And Elijah, who got punched for god knows how many times, finally couldn't help it anymore as he hurriedly captured his cutie pie in his hug and sniffed, "It's not food, it's ice cream."

And Adrian, who heard Elijah, again felt like beating the shit out of the pervert.

It was all that fucking ice-creams fault.

First, it's winter, there is snow falling outside, and this pervert wants to eat ice cream.

Second, the way he ate ice cream was as perverted as himself.