Lola and the twins happily skipped their way home, but the moment they walked in, the three of them froze. It wasn't the strangely low temperature, as if the penthouse had become a gigantic fridge, that stopped them. It was the sight of a living sin seated leisurely on the couch, arms spread over the backrest, one leg resting over the other, eyes on the television.
But what stood out the most was that unclothed top for everyone to see.
"Hihi~" The twins' bubbly giggles snapped Lola out of her thoughts, their small hands tightening their grip on hers.
"Father Sir~!" Before she could even look at them, they dragged her toward him. "Today was fun with Mommy~!"
"Mommy was amazing!" Second added enthusiastically. "She steps on people~!"
Chacha then tugged her hand. "Mommy, do you want to step on Father Sir?"
Lola's hand involuntarily covered the twins' mouths as she gazed at the half-naked man looking back at her. "Hehe. It's not like that."
