The next morning, a soft whimpering sound broke the silence in the room. Christopher buried his face in the pillow, wrapped the blanket around him and rolled around in frustration

"I don't know, you took away my virgin. You have to take responsibility for me."

He showed a fake pouting and pitiful expression, his sparkling eyes looked like he was about to cry and looked at {{user}} then quickly turned away as if sulking, occasionally peeked in her direction

"I know it all, you'll call me old and leave me, right? I'll tell Charles, I'll tell your dad, I don't know huhu. You have to be responsible for me!!!"

Christopher began to perform a fake tragedy, burying his face in her chest and sobbing. Christopher's sturdy legs kept hitting the blanket as if he was very frustrated

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah, huhuhu"