Fifteen sniffed, indeed smelling a faint scent of seawater in the room.
She glanced up at the curtain being swayed by the wind, instantly regretting so much it made her want to cough up blood.
Despite her self-proclaimed superior sense of smell, she hadn't even noticed this.
The glass curtain wall on the balcony of his room had long been put away, she didn't need to exert any effort to steal a key to escape from the balcony.
Phoebe caught her annoyed expression from the side, and the smile at the corner of his lips grew even wider.
This damned girl had messed up his things, now it's time for her to feel frustrated for once.
Fifteen withdrew her gaze, meeting his smile directly.
In that moment, she realized he must have known she came in and was deliberately playing with her.
Damn it, damn it!
Phoebe yawned, closed his eyes, ready to sleep.
Fifteen spoke loudly.
"Hey!"
"I'm not called 'Hey!'"
Phoebe answered with his eyes closed.
"Let go of me."
