I am not making excuses!!!

Fiona Grant definitely doesn’t believe this kind of explanation. Nathan Foster just raises an eyebrow.

"This is the evidence of you harassing me."

At this moment, South Grant is lying on top of Nathan Foster, looking completely ready to bring him to justice on the spot.

"I really didn’t know, I thought it was a dream." South Grant continues to explain.

"People often say dreams reflect your inner thoughts, things you think about a hundred times in your mind during the day appear in your dreams."

South Grant sees Nathan Foster’s twisted reasoning and feels like there’s old anger trapped in their throat.

"Even if I had a hundred mouths, I couldn’t explain it." South Grant wails.

"You don’t need a hundred mouths, just two are enough." Nathan’s smile is a bit ambiguous.

Two mouths???

South Grant looks puzzled.

Then...

Two mouths!!!

Oh my!

Upper and lower mouths...

How could he be so dirty...

South Grant, feeling exasperated, retorts defiantly:

"Same to you, with two heads." South Grant assumes they’ve retaliated successfully.

But, dear South, you must understand.

When it comes to lowering the standards, you’re still too inexperienced...

"Hmm, both are yours." Nathan Foster keeps his face steady and neutral.

South Grant: "...Too small, I’m not interested."

South Grant continues to fight back.

Then South Grant feels a pain in their waist, realizing Nathan is applying pressure.

"Wanna give it a try?"

"No, let them grow longer, still too small."

South Grant then hears the sound of teeth grinding, and finally feels satisfied.

Can’t always let myself be the one getting teased!

Wait.

South Grant notices something amiss.

"This is my place, what are you doing here? Don’t tell me you’re sleepwalking!"

"Yes, I was sleepwalking, and you woke me up."

"!!!" Lying without even preparing a draft!

"You sleepwalk into my room and blame me for waking you up, it’s like you fell into the water, I rescued you, and then you say I made you hurt, have you no reason?" South Grant grumbles angrily.

"Didn’t you say yesterday you can’t swim?" Nathan Foster raises an eyebrow, asking while looking at them.

"That’s not the point!!!" South Grant cannot comprehend his twisted thinking.

"Hmm, the point is, despite not being able to swim, you decided to jump in to save me. This shows..." Nathan Foster smiles at South Grant: "It shows you care a lot about me, so I understand why you pretend to be dreaming to harass me." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

South Grant: "..."

South Grant has been successfully misled by him.

Not only misled, but also rendered speechless.

South Grant can only concede, and by the time they get off Nathan Foster, they’ve almost forgotten to hold him accountable for why he’s in their room.

Anyway, they’ve long been used to him sleeping by their side. South Grant hesitates for a while, then goes back to sleep.

Nathan Foster lies beside them, listens to their even breathing, and closes his eyes.

Arguing with them seems to drive everything else away.

A dreamless night.

There are many unsettling things about being with Fiona Grant.

For example, in the morning, Nathan Foster drags South Grant out for morning exercise behind the old residence.

But Fiona Grant shows up.

This time, she’s wise enough not to approach Nathan Foster directly, just giving a distant greeting.

"Bro, Uncle, you’re running too, what a coincidence." Fiona Grant says her greeting and starts jogging, seemingly not trying to get close.

Fiona Grant watches Nathan Foster approaching from behind. Soon, Nathan Foster runs past, and South Grant continues running a bit behind her.

Fiona Grant’s lips curl slightly.

People gradually form habits. With time and interactions, they inevitably become accustomed.