"It's already lunch! Coco will be here in a couple of hours!"
"I know that, idiot." Alhai hissed, shooting a menacing glare towards Quizen's way.
"Yeah, well, out of the four of us, you're the one who's still not done packing your things." Quizen states bluntly, pointing at the two bags sitting at the foot of Alhai's bed.
"I don't need your nagging." Alhai mumbled, turning his attention away from the fourth husband.
Instead of answering Quizen's questions and responding to his poking, he went back to folding his clothes and nearly put them inside the bag, one by one.
He has one bag for his clothes and other essentials such as perfume, hair ties, and towel, but the other bag was for his books— that Coco bought for him— so he could read something while they were staying in the big city.
