>We usually do our own things at home.
>We usually do our own things at home.
>When Mr. Boo looks back at Min, she was gone, and he hears Min sobbing from the bedroom.
>Him: "What's wrong, Min?"
Me: "(Sobbing)"
>Him: "Hey, you ok? Look, at your wet hair, Min."
Me: "I have a bad headache AND stomachache, it's not fair...hurts too much that I can't even care about my wet hair..."
>Him: "Poor you~" (and walks away)
Me: (He's gone now...I know it sounds troublesome...)
>But he actually walked away to get a blow dryer from the bathroom.
He was sweet enough to blow-dry my hair.
Him: "You don't wanna catch a cold, you know"
Me: "(Awww) I know"