The man looked at her meaningfully, "Every time you say no, I always take it as a yes."
"......" Daisy Ginger glared at him fiercely, "It's this kind of nonsense!"
Edward Stephens didn't bring a change of clothes, so after taking a shower, he called room service and asked them to send his clothes for dry cleaning.
Daisy Ginger lay on the bed with a face mask on, glancing at him.
At this moment, he still had the bit of a young master's cleanliness habit.
Having slept on the plane, after the two finished freshening up, neither could sleep. The man even lifted the quilt and climbed into bed, "Daisy, let's do some sleep-aiding exercise."
Daisy Ginger's waist was still sore and painful now, she almost kicked him off the bed, "Get lost."
The man sighed regretfully, leaning against the headboard, lost in thought.
He didn't bring any books either.
Daisy Ginger glanced at him, seeing him bored and a bit pitiful, she asked, "You just came with me like this, what about Irene?"
