The man looked at her laughing and immediately took advantage.
"I won't get up until you give me a kiss."
Daisy Ginger couldn't help but roll her eyes.
A grown, smelly man, saying such things without worrying about being laughed at.
Irene came over, saw them leaning together, blushed and ran away.
"Irene's laughing at us." Daisy pushed him slightly.
"Let her laugh." He seemed quite unconcerned. What's wrong with being affectionate with his own woman?
Daisy sighed lightly and planted a kiss on his fingers, "Alright."
The man was not satisfied, "Are you coaxing a child?"
Daisy held back her laughter, "Do you think you're more mature than Erin right now?"
"Tsk." He straightened up, his handsome face full of her misunderstanding.
Daisy didn't want to argue with him, so she pushed him away and headed upstairs, yawning, "I'm leaving tomorrow, need to sleep more."
The man followed, trailing her, and asked, "What about me?"
"What about you?"
