The first meeting was at a small bar. A friend nudged his arm, smiling somewhat suggestively: A woman like Daisy Ginger should be kept in a vase, constantly admired, and toyed with at any moment.
At that time, she seemed to be drunk and was persuaded by her friend to take to the dance floor and perform a dance.
He propped up his face, watching the glamorous woman with casual indifference under the dazzling lights.
Daisy Ginger.
The name is spicy enough.
The figure.
Also spicy enough.
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Banyan City’s young Master Wen, afflicted with a severe illness, was deemed by doctors at birth to not live past the age of thirty. He lived capriciously up to the age of twenty-five, never imagining he’d encounter such a dilemma in his lifetime—if he were to die, what would happen to the little demon at home who creates chaos and mischief without his protection, and ends up bringing harm upon herself when he’s no longer there to shield her?

Daisy Ginger mustered all her strength to roll her eyes at the man and said hoarsely, "Get lost."


The man lowered his head and kissed her sweaty face, not minding the dirt, cuddling for a good while, then tucked in the corner of the blanket and said gently, "I'm going to cook."


These five words sound so perfectly domestic and virtuous.


Daisy snuggled under the blanket, squeezing out a "humph" from her nose, and closed her eyes sleepily.


She was utterly exhausted, too tired to banter with him any further.


The man looked down at her for a minute, smiled slightly, and tiptoed out the door.


Daisy was truly worn out and exhausted.


She's not that young, and she has no idea where Edward Stephens learned so many tricks, constantly keeping things up.


Teasing her while not keeping his mouth shut.


Causing her body to be covered in bruises.


She slept soundly, and when she woke up, it was already completely dark outside.


Chapter 693 - Stop it