Daisy Ginger's breath trembles slightly.
The man's smile is subtle, with a trace of teasing ease, her face embarrassingly grows redder, unable to help squeezing out a voice from between her teeth, "Edward Stephens!"
"I am here. What's the matter?"
He has an innocent expression, as if the man pressing her firmly onto the bed at this moment is not him at all.
"..." Daisy stares at his face, her eyelashes flutter uncontrollably, her heartbeat rising with her body temperature, an indescribable taste.
Edward's smile gradually withdraws, he gazes at her face, his long fingers brushing against her cheek.
Daisy turns her head away, not looking at his face, her voice hoarse, "Go away."
Her tone carries a hint of tenderness.
The man, for some reason, sighs gently as if she is a pitiable little creature; his kiss falls upon her, landing on the sensitive side of her neck.
Daisy cannot withstand such touches, calling out, "Edward Stephens..."
