The Wedding Maze
WM-9 |DAY MINUS THREE-28|

Snow pulled the blanket and grabbed his phone, typing a short message for him to send Winter. Snow could not be denied if his heart throbbed in pain at this moment.

^^^The water is ready. Brother can take a shower now, and just let the kitchen fall apart. Tomorrow I'll clean it all up.^^^

^^I slept.^^^

Short giving, of course, according to Snow no longer requires any explanation or question and answer. However, Winter is not the name if you let the girl named Snow sleep well after she willingly washed all the cooking utensils that maybe tomorrow morning she had sent to the museum. Shabby teflon, a crusty pan, to a spatula that is also slightly sticky. Not to mention other small items such as spoons, plastic bowls, and his friends are scattered on the table near the stove. Winter doesn't like that. Winter loves and loves cleanliness in her home, or wherever she is.

The door of the room opened until it caused a soft squeak. Winter stood with both hands ruffled waist—of course the sleeves of his shirt were still rolled up to the elbow, watching Snow curled up with a blanket.

“I thought you'd be responsible after damaging my appliances and kitchen?!” ask Winter, intimidate.

Didn't that guy read my message? I told you, I'm sleeping.

Snow did not flinch. He was still quietly under the covers, taking a sharp turn if only Winter would suddenly pull the blankets because he did not heed the question Winter asked him.

And sure enough, Snow even held his breath when he heard the knock on Winter's shoes that might not have been replaced with the house slippers walking over.

“You pretended to sleep so I wouldn't punish you? So?!”

Snow did not move, closed as neutral as possible, so that Winter did not suspect.

“You think I believe?” winter's voice was heard again, this time one octave higher than the previous one. “Build!”

Winter forcibly pulls Snow's blanket, even pulling scenes because Snow does not want to get punishment from Winter. Hearing the word punishment alone had made Snow shudder in horror.

“Sh*t!! Truly stubborn girl!” Winter cursed because of a. He wanted to teach Snow a little lesson so that he would no longer repeat the mistake a second time.

But unfortunately, when Winter pulled the blanket for the second time, Snow instead let go so far that the man fell backward with a sitting position on the floor.

Snow was wide in surprise, he even reflexively jumped down from the bed and was about to help Winter stand up.

“Do not touch me!” winter said grumbling as he rebuffed Snow's two arms outstretched toward him. Maybe Winter's embarrassed, or he's emotional right now. Snow could clearly see the man's face crimson.

“I'm sorry, brother. I didn't mean to make my brother fall. I just want to get up because brother—”

“Can't you shut up?!” winter asked in a deep and heavy voice full of intimidation. The distance between their faces was also quite close, making Snow suddenly hold his breath as he stared at Winter's face that close. And don't forget, the smell of Winter's breath is fresh even at night, this is the first time Snow is close to Winter like this.

Either this is luck, or even luck to Snow.

“I'm really sorry, sis.” pinta Snow, chortling and aggressively pursuing forgiveness from Winter for feeling guilty. Followed behind Winter's back who is now walking towards the bathroom.

“Stop!! Ssst...! You're very noisy. Shut up and go back to sleep, I will think of the punishment worth my deed today!” threaten Winter that makes Snow shuffle for a moment.

A penalty? Snow never expected to get punished just for trying to make dinner. Oh, he forgot. He also made Winter's tail bone nearly break. It's fatal, and he does deserve punishment, tomorrow.

Daydreams about the punishment ended when Winter clenched the door hard enough. The surprised Snow was even shortened until his blood flow turned cold.

Ah, moron. Sister Winter is far more terrifying than I thought.

Snow shuffled his already messy hair. He walked straight to the bed. Both of his arms hung limply on the side of his body as he still could not imagine what punishment he would receive tomorrow.

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Winter stared at the reflection of his face on the bathroom mirror. The wet hair and face look not okay. Moreover, his back that now feels pain, pain.

Why does the pain appear now? Though I fell not too hard and the position is also not dangerous?!

Winter looked back at her shadow after momentarily touching her towel-clad back.

He really has to pay for everything he did to me today.

Winter just muttered inwardly while thinking about his own carelessness. Already guessed the girl had not slept, then why did she not think if the girl would take off the blanket when she pulled earlier?

Damnit. Mr. Hendri will have mixed thoughts tomorrow.

You mean Winter?

Taking a rough breath, Winter walked out of the bathroom while holding back her spine that felt like it was shifting from where it was. His face turned even more terrifying when he found Snow still not asleep and sat down at the bedside to wait for him.

Winter straightened his back, enduring the pain and aches of his tailbone, then walked towards the walk in closet to pick up the sleeping pajamas. No matter if only with the winding of a towel on his waist.

“Kakak is okay? I'm worried?!”

Winter kept her lips locked. Not pestering Snow who is still bitterly chasing after him.

Arriving inside the Citrus-scented room, Winter grabbed a gray pajama stel and prepared to wear it.

“Au—”

Snow, who was close to expressing his umpteenth apology, had to be cut off because Winter was looking at him sharply. Preparing to expel the sighting of Snow who had disturbed his vision.

“You'll still be waiting for me here?I'm going to change my clothes.”

Snow nodded awkwardly. He had even picked up the horses to run the algal ridges from inside the room. He only realized that Winter was just wrapped in a towel—cangking panic and fear him.

“Or do you want to be here? Saw me naked when I changed to wear—”

“No.” say Snow quickly and turn around. “I'm out.”

Without realizing it, a sincere smile rose in Winter's lips. Somehow the night that made their togetherness less today felt different—a little fun, although Winter had to feel pain in his tailbone.

As soon as Winter had changed his clothes, suddenly he got a pretty brilliant jail idea out of his brain. Walking closer to Snow, Winter said. “If you want me to forgive you, massage my back!”[]

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