"Wake up, lovebirds. We are going to be late," said a voice laced with playful teasing. Even without looking, I knew exactly who it belonged to. "Nah, it should be…lovewolves. It would be more accurate, right?"
"Are you dumb?" echoed a slap, followed by a feminine voice.
"Ouch! What was that for, Mez?"
"Gerold. I didn't even hit you that hard. Besides, if this causes you pain, then what is the point of those biceps?"
"It is for showing off, of course," Gerold said in a voice brimming with pride. "Plus, it is for your hand to trace."
"I can't believe this." Mez sighed. "Back to the topic. Lovewolves are also incorrect."
"Huh? Why?" His voice was now laced with confusion.
"Because Lae is not a werewolf! Gosh!" a frustrating voice escaped Mez's lips. I could already picture her I
