Chapter 416

"What are you saying?"

Hoshino Ki's pitch-black eyes stared straight into Miyano Akemi's.

It was as if he could see through the surface to the essence,

digging out all her little secrets...

For some reason, Miyano Akemi felt a sudden pang of guilt.

The eyes that had been meeting his gaze suddenly darted away.

She even felt as if he possessed the superpower to see through people's hearts,

capable of unearthing every single scene she had experienced in her dreams.

The way Miyano Akemi turned her head to dodge his gaze overlapped instantly with the simulated scene.

This powerful visual impact and mental stimulation

caused Hoshino Ki's pupils to constrict.

After tasting such deliciousness, one would endlessly reminisce about the addictive feeling that the delicacy brought.

Hoshino Ki raised his arms and slammed them onto Miyano Akemi's shoulders.

"Ah!"

Miyano Akemi was caught by the sudden attack.

She widened her eyes and looked at the Hoshino Ki before her.

In his eyes, she saw...

This sense of familiarity overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

She lunged forward again to embrace Hoshino Ki,

painful tears streaming from her eyes.

She finally couldn't hold back and began to sob in his arms...

Hoshino Ki's pitch-black eyes darkened once more.

He scooped Miyano Akemi up and entered her room.

"Bang!"

The door was shut.

The woman's sobbing gradually grew softer.

"Ah!"

Immediately following, a series of overwhelming female screams rang out.

At this very moment...

A single father in the room next door was coaxing the wailing infant in his arms...

He held the baby bottle in his hand, aiming it at the baby's little mouth.

Just as the baby was about to open that pink, chubby mouth to suck on the bottle...

"Ah!"

A miserable shriek from the room next door startled the father and son.

In his panic, the single father caught the bottle just as it was about to fly away.

"Phew..."

He let out a sigh of relief and placed the bottle back by the baby's mouth.

But who would have thought the baby would pout its lips...

The originally round, wide eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.

The single father, who had been raising a baby for years, sensed something was wrong!

"Oh no!"

The baby opened its mouth wide, and a couple of bean-sized tears squeezed out from its tightly shut eyes.

"Ah... ah, ah!"

The screaming from next door grew louder and louder.

That sound and the baby's crying mixed together, rising and falling in waves.

And each sound was stronger than the last?

"Damn it! I'm going to die, those two god-forsaken bastards!"

The single father hurriedly covered his baby's ears,

and with a sudden leap, ran into the room's bathroom.

But the sound was as if someone had raided a fox's den;

in the bathroom, it sounded even more like it was being played through a 3D surround-sound system...

The single father rolled his eyes hard.

What were they doing in the room next door?

Fighting in the middle of the night instead of sleeping...

Why was the soundproofing in this hotel so terrible?

My child has to wake up early tomorrow for a feeding...

How is he supposed to sleep like this!!!

The milk-dad was furious; he held the baby and kept bobbing his body up and down.

His broad palm patted the baby's little bottom,

and from time to time, he made little cooing sounds.

But...

"Ah, ah, ah!"

The baby's crying showed no signs of stopping.

This was clearly a stubborn baby.

He wanted to compete with the room next door to see who could be louder.

This child would surely achieve great things in the future.

But the single milk-dad didn't think so,

because the baby had already started throwing a tantrum...

The child's face was flushed red, and he grabbed the milk-dad's clothes and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Oh my, my little ancestor, you can't eat that..."

The single milk-dad rescued his clothes from the baby's mouth,

and then gently stroked the two hairs on the baby's head.

"Ah ah ah!"

The baby looked unconvinced,

and with all his might, began to wail.

The sound was so loud it drowned out the fighting next door.

"Truly worthy of being my son... Hahaha!"

And so, that night,

the entire floor echoed with the sounds from these two rooms.

It must be said...

Had everyone else in the other rooms died in their sleep?

Why hadn't a single person come out to complain about them?

Early the next morning,

the milk-dad from next door knocked on Miyano Akemi's door.

His originally handsome appearance had been tortured into a withered, listless state.

Like a walking corpse, he repeated the motions in his hands.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Hoshino Ki opened his eyes.

His pitch-black eyes were shrouded in a layer of mist.