My Daddy Is My Sugar Daddy
64. Rejecting the Baper

Kalista's eyes were still wide open even since entering the room. And since there was no Agas, Kalista really had no one to talk to, turning her little attention to things outside of Rahadyan.

"Papa wants people to squirm on this cute Papa boy."

Kalista glared at the empty air in front of him, as he could not forget that.

And the most annoying, Kalista's lips even smile.

"AAAAAAKKKKHHHHHH!" jeremy Kalista frustrated.

No, no, no!

Can't!

CAN'T BE AT ALL!

Can't Kalista until consumed by the talk of a jerk man.

Anyway no!

Kalista ruffled her hair in frustration, rejecting the fact that Rahadyan's words had made her baper.

Cheek, cuih, cuih! It's unclean!

Kalista jumped from her bed, rushed out to meet Agas.

Surely he is resting now, but Kalista will not be able to forget this dirty mind if it is not replaced with papermaking with Agas.

Agas room is always located right near Kalista's room, so it is not difficult to find it.

"So, I'm in, yeah." Kalista tapped softly and said permission, but did not wait for a response before entering.

As expected, Agas was sleeping on his mattress that was the same size as Kalista's. He looked more innocent in the middle of sleep, with a calm expression on his face that was still handsome.

Slowly Kalista went up to the mattress, then lay down next to Agas.

Good, he's starting to forget Rahadyan's disgusting face.

But in order to forget more, Kalista touched Agas' face, trying to resist the tingling pangs against him.

The man somewhat moved in response, then without the slightest thought of Kalista, Agas touched his cheek which contained Kalista's hand.

Agas even grasped it, faintly appearing to be smiling comfortably.

"Miss."

Calista. Wait, Agas woke up? She knows Kalista is secretly a perverted girl who gets into her bed without her permission?

"Nor Agas—"

"I miss Miss." Agas grasped tightly the hand of Kalista on his cheek and remained closed comfortably.

"Nothing's bad." Kalista called out to him, to make sure if Agas was playing him or something.

But Agas remains closed. He instead placed his hand on Kalista's waist, pulling her closer without feeling awkward.

Agas's face was buried at the nape of the Kalista. His body was tightly attached to the man. Obviously Kalista who became the victim immediately flushed out.

But ... one whisper, disperse everything.

"Miss Lissa."

Agas ... does not dream of Kalista.

Agas did not give his name but someone else.

Lissa, who is she? Why did Agas mess up that guy's name in his sleep? Don't tell me he's the one Agas served before?

Then why is Agas still messing it up? Isn't the fact that he's a Kalista bodyguard now that Agas is no longer someone else's bodyguard?

Who is lissa?!

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Agas was awakened by the sound of an alarm on a table near his bed. Without difficulty he woke up, because his whole life every day Agas woke up at half-four in the morning, and at the latest was at half-five in the morning.

Agas' consciousness was still trying to gather when his eyes saw some long strands of hair. Spontaneous gnawing, picking up a strand of hair that clearly belonged to the woman.

The faint scent of the seemingly filled bed traces could not be completely lost from Agas' sharp smell.

Callistas. What is that lady doing here?

No, he should have awakened Agas if there was a need so impossible it was him, but ....

"Good morning, Miss." Agas felt he had to make sure. It was an unnatural occurrence.

At six o'clock in the morning he woke Kalista from the doorstep, Agas smilingly greeted him. And Kalista could not hide his clumsy smile.

"Morning, Brother."

So it's true that he slipped in Agas' room.

Well, it's wrong Agas didn't lock the door and wasn't even conscious at all.

But what did he do when Agas was unconscious?

"I dreamed of Miss last night." Agas reviewed the gentle smile that he knew would leave Kalista mesmerized. "I'm quite happy that the Miss in my dream and Miss this morning look just as beautiful."

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