Noah x Syndra ②
Noah didn't take it to heart at all. The next morning, he slammed open Syndra's door, wearing a new suit adorned with rhinestones. Turning his back to Syndra, he said matter-of-factly, "Hurry up and zip it up for me."
He's been controlling his diet for the ball and has lost a lot of weight, but the dress is way too small at the waist; the zipper is stuck at the back and he can't zip it up no matter what he does.
"Tsk," he swayed his waist in front of the mirror and muttered in dissatisfaction, "If only I could lose another five pounds."
Syndra walked over, her fingertips touching the cool zipper, but her gaze fell on Noah's snow-white skin on his back. The skin was so smooth and flawless that the light red marks left by the friction of the fabric gave it an air of pampered elegance.
"Why aren't you pooping yet?" Noah turned around and glared at him impatiently.
Syndra snapped out of her daze, her fingertips moving, but she slowed down her movements. As she pulled the zipper up, she deliberately let the fabric lightly brush against Noah's skin, watching him instinctively flinch, her eyes darkening.
"Okay." He finally slowly pulled the zipper up.
Noah twirled twice in front of the mirror, the rhinestones on his dress sparkling with each movement. He was very pleased. Wearing this to the ball, the prince would surely invite him to dance.
He turned his head and saw Syndra still standing beside him. He snorted and turned to leave without even saying thank you.
Before going to bed that night, Noah again ordered Syndra to boil water for washing his feet. After the water was brought over, he went further and asked her to wash his feet for him, but as soon as her hands touched his feet, he frowned and became disgusted.
"Why are your hands so rough? They're hurting me."
Noah's foot was on Syndra's palm, his skin so white that you could see the blue veins, a stark contrast to Syndra's calloused hand.
“That’s what happens when you do too much work,” Syndra said.
Upon hearing this, Noah realized that the other man's hands were rough because he usually served him, so he stopped complaining and let him continue washing.
He was engrossed in reading the book, paying no attention to Syndra. Even when he felt the gentle rubbing and kneading on the back of his feet, he took it as just a normal sound during the washing process and didn't even lift his eyelids.
It wasn't until the wall clock struck a bell that he looked up blankly and realized that he had been washing his feet for a full hour, and the water in the basin had long since cooled down.
Noah frowned immediately and demanded, "What do you mean?"
Syndramo abruptly stopped stroking the back of his foot.
"Why didn't you remind me to go to bed? Don't you know I need to go to bed early every day to take care of my skin so I can attend the dance?"
Noah grew angrier and angrier, convinced that Syndra was deliberately delaying him so he wouldn't have time to sleep and wouldn't want him to shine at the ball.
He angrily pulled his foot back, not caring that it was still wet, and crawled straight into bed. "I'm going to sleep. Get out of here."
Syndra stood there for a moment, unconsciously rubbing her fingertips against the remaining water stains before picking up the basin and leaving the room.
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