"You kept hiding in your room and wouldn't come out, so I thought you were angry,"
Freya said, but she still didn't quite believe that Alex was truly no longer angry. The impression the previous Alex had left on her was too profound; it was almost like he had left her with psychological trauma.
Alex knew that changing impressions would take time, so he could only patiently say: "I was playing a game. By the way, I haven't told you that I made up with Xiao Fu. You and Aunt Lanhui are so close, and Xiao Fu often comes to our house to play. I don't want personal matters to affect our two families, and besides, Xiao Fu and I were friends to begin with."
Freya was stunned after hearing this, and suddenly she was deeply moved. There was an underlying meaning in Alex's words: that he had made up with Kiara entirely for her sake. Freya didn't know how happy she was; it proved that Alex valued her very much. At this moment, she even wanted to hug Alex.
So she really did it, pressing her silky skin against him.
Alex's brow twitched. He subconsciously looked behind Freya and felt relieved only after seeing no one was staring. However, his room window wasn't closed, and it was possible that a certain woman was peeping.
Apparently, Freya also thought of this. She quickly took the initiative to move away from Alex, looked around guiltily, and then lectured:
"Alex, how can you not close the curtains? There's a very perverted guy in the neighborhood now. It's even more dangerous for a boy like you. Quick, go close the curtains."
Freya instructed him in a gentle tone.
Thinking about being peeped at, Alex also felt very uncomfortable, so he returned to the room and pulled the curtains shut.
He usually pulled the curtains shut when sleeping at night. It was late now, and even if An Suling was watching from outside, she wouldn't think there was anything wrong with him.
Looking back, Freya had already followed him into the room, and the door had been closed by her at some point.
Freya was now sitting on the bed. Probably feeling that no one would be watching her anymore, her demeanor appeared quite relaxed. Her two beautiful legs were crossed sexily, and the shadow at the intersection seemed capable of devouring one's gaze.
Alex controlled his gaze not to drift over. Staring at the computer screen, he asked casually: "Aren't you going back to sleep? It's getting late."
"I'm not going to sleep so early; I slept enough during the day." Freya smiled lazily and shook her head. Suddenly, she knitted her delicate eyebrows, one hand rubbing her neck, and the other hand gently tapping on her thigh.
"What's wrong?" Alex's gaze was drawn to her thighs. He saw her fist strike down, sinking into the fair, snow-white flesh of her thigh, only to be immediately bounced back up.
"My neck and shoulders are so sore. I don't know why. My thighs are, too. It seems like my whole body is very uncomfortable."
Freya said pitifully, her brows furrowed even tighter, her exquisite little face full of gloom.
Alex said speechlessly: "You lack exercise too much. You should go out for a walk during the day."
Freya was actually a homebody, the kind who rarely went out. Every time she went out, it was just to buy groceries. Now that there were even fresh food delivery services on mobile apps, she simply didn't leave the house at all.
To Freya, this house was almost her entire world.
"The sun is too strong during the day; it will ruin my skin."
Freya sighed, "And exercise is tiring, too. I just want to lie down and not move."
"If people don't exercise, their bodies will have problems. Especially if you maintain one position without moving for a long time, your cervical and lumbar vertebrae will have issues, and you might even develop deep vein thrombosis."
Alex said.'Speaking of which, since Freya is such a shut-in, don't the mysterious forces behind her care? Or is this what they want Freya to be like? She's just like a canary kept in a cage.'
Alex was even thinking, was the reason Freya adopted him back then because she was bored, wanted to find a companion, or find a spiritual support?
This might be one of the reasons why Freya indulged Alex.
"It's fine. I don't just lie down all the time; I do yoga." Freya was somewhat happy. 'Alex seems to care about me. Can I take this opportunity to ask him for more? Take advantage of this chance.'
Thinking it, she did it. Freya rolled her eyes and sighed: "Sigh, but I don't know what's wrong today. My whole body is hurting to death. Could I be sick? No, I need to find someone to help me massage, but it's so late. Female massage therapists are all asleep, and I don't want a male one. It's a headache."
As she spoke, she used her beautiful eyes to peek at Alex. The meaning was very obvious.
[Freya seems to have some wish.]
Seeing this line of prompt, Alex felt it was inexplicable. The meaning of this prompt was too uncertain. Did Freya want him to help her massage?
Alex frowned. It wasn't that he didn't want to do it, but he had misgivings about the forces behind Freya. Who knew if they would be peeping here through some hidden way?
However, the treasure chest made Alex feel very tempted. He fell into a dilemma.
Seeing him not speaking, Freya felt uneasy. She simply steeled herself and said: "Alex, come and pound Mommy's shoulders."
She acted serious.
Hearing this, Alex still nodded and walked toward her. The risk always existed, but the opportunity to get a treasure chest wasn't frequent. He didn't want to waste it, and it was unlikely that he would be peeped at here.
Freya's pink cheeks lit up with joy. She quickly pretended to be indifferent, acting as if she wasn't looking forward to what was about to happen at all.
Alex came behind her and put his hands on her shoulders to knead them. Freya moaned in comfort, her ears twitching gently; she seemed very happy. However, besides being happy, she was also a bit guilty, her eyes constantly peeking around.
Slowly, the comfortable feeling made Freya relax her vigilance. She stretched her body and said, pretending to be relaxed: "The shoulders are about enough. Massage my feet for me!"
At this moment, she was exceptionally excited, fearing that Alex would discover her evil thoughts and then refuse to massage her feet.
Alex looked at her deeply, said nothing, went around in front of her, and squatted down to massage her feet. He only felt it was silky to the bone and couldn't bear to let go.
"Gulp~"
Freya secretly swallowed her saliva. Feeling her nose a bit itchy, she quickly tilted her head back, fearing that a nosebleed would drip down. If that happened, she would have no face to see anyone.
A phone call suddenly came. The ringtone startled Freya, and she almost threw her phone away.
Alex stepped back to let her answer the phone.
"Hello, Suling. I was just about to go to sleep. I'm in my room; where else would I be? What? You want to video chat with me? Wait a bit; the signal isn't very good. I'll walk closer to the router."
Freya said loudly with a guilty conscience, then smiled apologetically at Alex and immediately slipped out of his room.
Alex waited for a while, but didn't see a treasure chest appear. He was a bit puzzled. Was it because he didn't do it well enough?
Or perhaps there were factors on Freya's side. Her will was actually not very firm; she both wanted him to massage her and was afraid of being discovered, so this time the prompt seemed so uncertain.
Presumably, there was a probability of a treasure chest appearing this time; it was just a possibility.
After waiting for a while and not seeing Freya return, Alex simply turned off the lights and went to bed.
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