Butterfly Effect of Mermaids

21

Ryan stood against the light, looking gloomy and oppressive.

I stammered, "I... I'm going to the kitchen for some water."

As soon as I turned to leave, I felt him pulling on the collar of my bathrobe.

"The kitchen is over here. That's the bathroom."

Um...

It was a little embarrassing.

But we simps were thick-skinned. I smiled awkwardly. "This is my first time here. I'll know my way next time."

Ryan snorted in the dim light.

"Carol, you're still thinking about a next time?"

Of course.

Simps were always like this. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, we were already thinking of a name for our third child.

"You can't sleep, can you?"

"No."

"Wait here."

He turned and went back to the master bedroom. I was about to follow him. But he reached out and pressed his hand against my forehead. "Be good. Stay outside."

Oh...

What kind of noble lady was he? Why couldn't I enter his bedroom?

But didn't the words "Be good" sound a bit doting?

Ryan came back soon.