小画家 68

He left himself in the bedroom, and that in one bedroom. The reason for that, and the situations that would unfold later, could not lie idly.

Ye-ha, who raised her heel to the fullest, crept toward the door. It seems like a smooth door without a handle is an automatic door, but even if Yeha approaches it as close as she can, even if she waves her hand, she can't help but put it on the door. There was no sign of opening even if I clapped my ball on the other side and listened to his popularity.

"Oh…."

Ye-ha, who had put her finger in between the joints, chewed her teeth on the door that didn't budge. Then he slammed the door.

"Oh, my God!

Forget that you're barefoot. I felt like my toes were crushed. Ye-ha, who collapsed, grabbed her feet and rolled on the floor.

I hate it. I'm so sick of it. What is this? Argh! screaming like

After rolling the floor for a long time, I searched around. The door that opened was such a spacious bathroom, a small closet with pajamas and Beth gowns, that I wondered if this was the bathroom. The air outside couldn't smell.

A window caught Ye-ha's gaze, which was burning everything that touched her eyes. With a one-man sofa, a table, and a terrace over the window with a mini bar.

That's it.

Yeha strode toward the window. Whatever it may be, he wanted to go outside and see it. When you touch something that you don't know if it's a window or a door,

Beep, beep, beep.

The window, which had been colored with the night view, began to glow red. Shamefully surprised, Ye-ha jumped out of place.

I felt like a shameless thief. The alarm did not go off after a while. I didn't know what to do, but I could feel someone's presence. No, familiar pheromones.

It's the worst thing. He's coming.