"What are you doing? Don't touch that." A grumpy voice made her pause as she turned towards him.
The old man had a frown on his face as he scolded her, "I prefer things to remain where they belong."
The girl, very quietly, protested, "...but I thought that I should clean up a little..." The room was very untidy. A normal person couldn't survive a day here. No ventilation, nothing to eat, and a scarce quantity of water. Not to mention, everything was scattered around as if an earthquake had hit the bunker.
However, the man spends most of his time here as if he doesn't care about anything, including his health.
"Move your little ass outta my workshop. I don't need you." He cruelly spoke those words and even shoved her away.
Anyone might have felt bad or even blamed the man for treating the girl badly while she was trying to take care of him.
However, a beautiful smile formed on her lips as she hummed and stepped away.
