Anna the Poor Girl
Gagged

“What did you say? Is this how you deal with an angry woman?” 

Anna's lips pursed. It could be that the Hero was relaxed without any intention of clarifying anything. 

The man does not know himself! Where's your brain, huh? It feels like Anna wants to hit Hero's head but she can't bear it.

“Then I have to how?” Both of Hero's shoulders were raised slowly. His brows were linked, and his gaze showed a puzzled expression

He was still relaxed because he felt he had done nothing wrong.

“Task again?” Anna nodded in disbelief. Ah, his head could break if this is how it works.

Still with a kimono towel wrapped around his body, he climbed onto the bed and sat rough on Hero's lap.

 Making the man gasp while swallowing his saliva nervously.

“You what are you?” His lips twitched as he asked that. 

This scene was what Hero had been waiting for, but not now that they had not eaten.

“You what it is up to me huh! Now you are a suspect!”

However, what Hero has in mind is out of sync with what Anna thinks. The girl clutched the collar of the Hero suit with great arousing emotions.

 The look in his reddened eyes clearly illustrated that he was not playing around at the moment.

“Explain to me what those clothes mean!” 

Beyond a doubt Hero smiled. The tip of his hand touched the pursed lips as if his head was influenced by alcohol in high levels.

“Do not touch me!” 

Anna's screams made the man sober. He pulled back his hand that had moved aggressively ahead of the owner's instruction.

“You want me to explain what?” Finally Hero began to serve the subject that Anna discussed even though in her eyes it was not important at all.

Compared to discussing the contents of the large closet, as honest Hero much more want to bring the tiny body of the girl into his arms. 

But again Hero's eyeballs were forced to open wide while waiting for the girl to interrogate him.

“What does the collection of clothes mean?” ask Anna directly to the point.

 If they had argued for too long in this kind of position, Anna was afraid that it would not be a finished matter, but her life that was finished first because it was eaten away by the man in front of her.

“That shirt is a woman's shirt!”

“Iya know, who said it was a kudanil shirt?” The girl just got inflamed. “Whose shirt is that?” 

Anna reflexively hits Hero's chest slowly.

Uh, why am I being less fierce gini, huh?

The girl moved back her body. Now he occupies Hero's feet to keep a safe distance so that his heart is saved until the problem is solved.

Anyway, he should not waver just because of the man's charm. 

Whatever happens Hero cannot be forgiven before explaining what the clothes mean.

“Hmm. That's the lady dress I bought for you.” Finally answered, but did not make Anna satisfied at all. 

The Hero sentence even sounded like a joke to him.

“Hahaha!” Anna laughed in a mocking tone. “You think I believe? If you deliberately bought those clothes for me, where could there be a limited edition old shirt seven years ago?”

“Ya is indeed such a reality,” replied Hero still with a relaxed expression once. As if nothing had happened between them

The girl stared at the Hero increasingly intensely.

“Men are good at manipulating!” firmly concluded.

His eyes were fiery as if they were about to eat the Hero roundly.