�what?�

Sumodo raised his head, and his face was annoyed.

�Doing it for fun is third-rate, you half-lady.�

Tess got goosebumps at the look in her eyes, where she couldn�t read the emotion of repentance.

�You guys����What the hell is it?�If it�s not even fun, why are you doing this?

are you?�

Sumodo laughed, showing his teeth.

�Because I can do that.��freedom.

�Sumodo, are you in the room?�

My mother always burned her throat whenever she entered Sumodo�s room.

twelve-year-old son.

It�s not really an accident, but the accident may have already occurred in the mind.

�Yes i have.�I won�t go out.�

�It�s not because of that.��Like normal parents, Sumodo�s mother lied and opened the door.

Just looking at the vertical lines densely drawn on the white wall made my head dizzy.

Objects positioned exactly at those coordinates also broke her heart.

�Relatives have come to visit.�

Sumodo had severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.

From infancy, only the same baby bottle had to be used, the length of a pencil a day was fixed, and there was an uproar on days when books were not placed in order on the bookshelf.

�I tell you to have fun.�I will be here.�

�The hair is really extraordinary.�

For that reason alone, Sumodo is still a child to be protected.

�ha.�Sumo, how long are you going to stay like this?�I know you�re obsessive.�But let�s get over it.�You will become a big person in the future.�You hardly ever go to school, but you always rank first in exams.�

Sumodo didn�t answer, but seemed conflicted.

�Come on, let�s go.�Let�s just say hello to our relatives and come back.�

�Are you promising?�

Mother was in a blaze of color.

�Then, just say hi.�huh?��Gently pulling his son�s wrist, Sumodo pretended to win.

On the first floor, my father was chatting with relatives.

�uh?�Sumo is also my brother!� JrNovels.com