How To Tame A Hot Twin Incubus? Chapter 08

How To Tame A Hot Twin Incubus? Chapter 08

Returning to that dilapidated old house.

I didn’t tie Milo’s hands with a rope and scold him never to run away again like I usually did. Instead, I washed up early, slipped into the bedroom, and locked the door.

My mind was a mess.

But it was no longer because of Milo.

“Knock, knock, knock-”

In the middle of the night, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

“Chloe, you’re not asleep yet, are you?”

Milo called out to me softly through the wall.

“What’s wrong? Do you need something?”

“Open the door first, and then I’ll tell you.

I lay on the bed without moving and closed my eyes.

When I woke up again, I felt a shadow looming over my head.

Milo had found a spare key and opened my door.

Right now, he was standing by the bed, staring at me motionless.

I didn’t know how long he had been standing there.

I propped myself up, hugged the quilt, leaned against the wall, and curled into a ball.

“What are you doing.”

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He parted his lips, the tail behind him swaying restlessly from side to side.

“Um…”

“I’m sorry.”

He spoke extremely fast, as if those words burned his mouth.

I yawned and waved my hand:

“It’s fine, I forgive you. Get out.”

He still didn’t leave, rooted to the spot.

I patted the pillow next to my hand: “Then you’re sleeping here?”

Over the past year, even though he resisted physical contact with me, we always slept in the same room. Even when we fought, we never slept in separate beds.

Now that I was suddenly ignoring him, perhaps he wasn’t used to it.

With that said, Milo lifted a corner of the quilt and took off his pajama jacket.

Then, a tight grip wrapped around my waist.

He naturally clung to me, his tail pressing close in a fawning manner.

“I’m very sleepy. Lie down and get some good sleep.”

I turned on my side to create some distance.

Milo instantly got annoyed: “Tch, it’s not like I really wanted to be close to you anyway.”

I scooted further toward the edge of the bed, getting even further away from him.

The man became even more exasperated: “Also, you’re really fake.”

Then he tugged at the quilt twice and turned his back to me as well.