His legs were straight and long, and he quickly reached the side of my bed.
I asked in confusion, "Why are you in my room this late?"
His long fingers held the edge of the phone, the screen perfectly aligned with my gaze.
His eyes stared at me. "After all these guys, it's finally my turn?"
I looked at the cheesy words on the screen and instantly understood what had happened.
My cheeks quickly turned red, and I reached out to grab the phone.
He was tall with long arms, and he easily lifted his arm to avoid my attempt.
"Hmm, trying to back out?"
I glared at him. Knowing I couldn't win, I resorted to my usual trick of playing dumb.
I stretched out my foot, pushing against his stomach to shove him out. I blurted, "Don't enter my room without permission! Get out, get out!"
Instead of tolerating my nonsense as usual, he grabbed my ankle and gently pulled me down from the pillow.
I wasn't prepared for that. I screamed and closed my eyes. When I opened them again, he was looking down at me.
Unlike his usual smiling self, his expression was serious and focused.
I suddenly got nervous. I was unsure of what to do next. I just kept my mouth shut.