Helios once again called to him with a gentle tone of voice, but Ferre continued to hug Seraâs waist with both arms.
He wished he could just keep hugging Sera like this. After taking a bath and as he was being embraced like this, it felt like he was being enveloped with soft cotton candy while his eyes were slowly drooping down.
He knew that it was bedtime now, but he still wanted to stay with Sera. Pouting his pink lips, Ferre shook his head. A few drops of water sprinkled out from his slightly damp hair as he did, and at this, Sera blinked.
âNo, Ferre. Itâs time to sleep now.â
Helios now approached his younger brother with a few quick steps, grabbing his waist, pulling him off Sera. It couldnât be comfortable that he was in a superman position now in the air, but still, Ferre didnât let go of Seraâs dress and just clutched tight so that he wouldnât part with Sera.
âNoooo. Donât wanna! I wanna play more with Sera.â
âFerre, Miss Popo will stay here until you fall asleep.â
âNo. I wanna play with Sera!â
âThen, Ferreritan. Miss Popo will pat you until you fall asleep.â
âI donât want pats, I wanna play!â
He thought that Ferre would complain less this time, but Helios could only give a dejected smile as he reluctantly let go of Ferreâs waist. He sighed.
On the other hand, Sera felt relieved that Helios couldnât beat Ferreâs stubbornness and just let go.
This might burden Helios, but Sera was glad that her prayers earlier in the evening had been answered. Anyway, her time being overly conscious of Helios had been cut short, since they wouldnât be having another uncomfortable conversation today.
âYour Majesty, how about we listen to His Highness Ferreâs request today?â
Seraâs face started reddening, almost betraying her true feelings that she didnât want to be alone with him.
âReally?â
âYes, this is good, too, once in a while.â
Helios was inwardly surprised because it was a suggestion that he didnât expect to hear from Sera, who was excellent at breaking down the stubbornness of children. He stared at Sera with a curious look, but in the end he smiled and shrugged.
âA book? For how long will you ask me to read it this time?â
His tone was sweet, but his concern seeped through because he was worried about having to stay up all night, reading the same few books over and over again like before.
The way she held out an index finger to read the titles one by one seemed too cautious of an action for a seven-year-old. But somehow, as she read the covers, she soon took them out and piled mountains upon mountains of books on the floor.