Eric hesitantly stood by the doorway, shuffling his foot. occasionally He would cast a few glances at his so-called master.
The monk finally looked at him with a small impatient smile. "its time to sleep, Jung. Why are you still here?"
"My room… can I stay in another room?"
"Why?" the man's eyes narrowed sharply.
"I'm scared to sleep… it's cold in that room," he whispered, peering at the ground. 'oh come on fall for my pitiful look. At least give me another room. That ghost boy will come again and claim it as his room... don't want that...'
He glanced up, acting all fearful.
The Taoist monk just looked at him intently. "Go back to your room," he repeated impatiently.
Eric did not wish to test him any further. He tottered over to his small room. He stood in front of the open door with a deep frown. "Should I buy that peach blossom branch? No… its too costly."
