Stray

Early the next morning, Ann calmly knocked on the door of her companion’s room with an apple in her hand. When she entered the apple in her mouth almost fell to the ground.

“You guys… Haven’t been well?” She looked with concern at Oliver’s baggy eyes. Adrian looked a little better, but the air around him was almost reduce to zero degrees. Nemo face was not haggard at all, but rather he had a murderous aura, which was rarely seen on Mr. Light who was usually indifferent to the world.

Oliver took a deep breath. His expression shook twice, as if he had forcibly suppressed a few swearing words. Nemo uncharacteristically showed a smile that could be called cold.

“Someone snored all night.” Nemo’s smile showed gritted teeth. “All night, I thought a mountain pig was singing somewhere.”

Ann didn’t intend to hide the joy on her face for the rest of her life. She glanced into the room carefully. Jesse was still lying sideways on one of the beds. His long blond hair slightly curled and white pillows scattered everywhere like molten metal. The sun hit his beautiful face just right, bringing out some purity. It’s a pity that after being tossed all night, no one was moved by such an image.

“We can suffocate him with a pillow right now,” Ann whispered with hope.

“Don’t talk about me as if my eyes are still closed. I’m already awake—” Jesse yelled. “You’re so humorous, lovely lady.”

“Let’s go,” Nemo whispered. “Since we’re not in a hurry this time, we have time to take a nap, right Ollie?”

“Of course.” Oliver rubbed his temples fiercely. “We have to buy some tents first, and… Uh…”