Chapter 413: Sometimes, wish is being granted even if it’s not your birthday
I was actually serious--my legs felt so weak that I couldn’t move. It was so weird. All I could do was look at him in embarrassment, and you know what?
You know what; yeah, he actually lifted me in his arms, carrying me. "How nostalgic," he said. "Too bad it’s not a rooftop."
Oh, gosh!
"Too bad it’s not snowing," Zarga grinned, her head peeking out behind Natha’s back.
"This is you, isn’t it?" my eyes narrowed at her. "You’re the one who prepared this?"
I recalled vaguely that Natha and Zarfa were talking among themselves at one point when I was preoccupied with something else. And who else could help Natha turn into ’him’ from the time I was secretly crushing on him but Zarfa?
"Why? Don’t you like my masterpiece?" she grinned and pushed her nose bridge as if fixing her nonexistent glasses.
Like it? Like it?!
I love it so much I would kiss her if I wasn’t afraid Natha would get mad. So all I could do to show my appreciation was to bury my flustered face in his neck while clutching his shoulder and back tightly.
"My, my--looking at you, I would think that you won’t even be able to step out of the inn," I heard her smirk even without looking.
"Not a bad idea," Natha said nonchalantly, and I slapped his shoulder in embarrassment.