Chapter 425: Im Allergic to Humans
When Ashe jumped up from the bed, his first reaction was to keep rubbing his eyes, almost wishing he could dig out his eyeballs and wash them a few times.
“Ashe, you’re awake? Then I’ll open the curtains.”
Harvey’s voice came from the top bunk, and then the bay window’s curtains were pulled open, letting the piercing morning light wake up the dust on the desk. The pure golden text echoed in the cramped, dim room.
Igor was sitting on the opposite bottom bunk, reading the Gospel Book. Sunlight, scattered by the small flower-patterned curtains, trickled down onto his pajamas, making the scene look serene and tranquil. Speaking of which, Ashe remembered that the Con Artist’s Gospel Book used to be dazzlingly golden, almost engraining the word “gold-digger” in its title. However, recently, the Con Artist’s Gospel Book had started to change. Although it was still in gold and silver tones, the pattern style had become quite similar to Ashe’s Gospel Book.
What does this indicate?
It indicates that Ashe has better taste, so much so that even Igor couldn’t resist copying his social media cover.
“Where’s Banjeet?” Ashe glanced at the opposite top bunk, noting the neatly folded quilt and pillow.
“He’s gone to prepare breakfast.” Igor noticed Ashe looking thoughtfully at him. He raised an eyebrow, “Can you stop looking at me like that? It’s kind of gross.”
“No, I was just looking at beautiful women for a long time, and I feel like I’ve thoroughly understood all their features.” Ashe offered a very professional suggestion, “Igor, if you let your blonde hair grow a bit longer, your hardware would be perfect… No, you don’t need to grow it long, just cut it a bit more stylishly, and that should be enough… Igor, you get what I mean, right?”