Keeping Silly Xion Close

Xion thought he could sleep a bit longer, at least until the slight headache would leave him in peace.

Nonetheless, it did not take long for the door to be knocked again.

Xion directly rolled in the blanket, trying to cover his ears in the fluffiness of the pillow. But today was just not his day.

The knock became louder, and to Xion, it felt as if a hammer was being thrown on the wooden door.

Frustrated, he sat up with a frown. When he looked at the system screen, it had only been twenty minutes since Allen left.

What happened to two hours?

Complaining to himself, he still forced his body to rise from the bed. Barely had his bare feet touched the cold floor, the door was yanked open.

Who else could it be if not the owner of the house?

Nikolai was standing there. His face was tense, and with the way his eyes glared at Xion, it seemed as if Xion had tried to trick him into a sudden marriage.