Chapter 48. His Cute Panda

《 Shirley 》

"I am dead." I plopped on the couch after putting the last bag of groceries in the kitchen.

"Since you are dead, let's arrange your funeral, shall we?" Dylan commented.

"Unfortunately, I am not going to die so soon." I giggled and laid on my back.

"Get up. We have work to do." Grabbing my arm, he pulled me up in a sitting position.

"How come you aren't tired at all?"

"How come you're so tired?"

"Ugh! Your stamina is high and mine is low."

"No, you lack devotion. That's all there is to it." He dragged me up to my bedroom and pushed me inside. "Make it look like a room, not a trash can. Just look at all the stuff scattered. There's not even enough space to walk around."

"It's my home, what are you getting so worked up about?" I asked, putting my hand on my hips.

"Since you agreed to accompany me in an assassination, we have to complete everything before that. I am not ready to lend you a hand tomorrow