Kahi was out of the shower and she was sitting up in the bed when her phone rang again. Kahi read the text that Nana had just send her and laughed. Although it would be better to Kahi not laugh. A hyperactive and angry girl is dangerous.
Very dangerous.
Jungah looked at her curiously, as she tied her sneakers. Jungah rose from the couch where she sat and shook the tight white pants that covered her long, slender legs of goddess that makes the ovaries of all people who see her disappear.
Even men.
Jungah approached Kahi and sat down beside her, holding her by the waist and resting her chin on her shoulder. Her hand slowly went inside the red shirt that Kahi was wearing and a wicked smile appeared on her face as her fingers touched the hard surface of Kahi's abs. Kahi looked at her over her shoulder and smiled.
"Perv much?" Kahi said. Jungah smiled and stuck out her tongue.
"Who sent you a text?" Jungah asked curiously. Kahi showed her Nana's text and Jungah sighed, tapping her forehead. "You will cause that the kid will have a heart attack, answer her now." Jungah said. Kahi stroked her chin, thinking. "She is able to break your bike. You know that." Kahi's eyes widened and began to write a response.