It seemed that just after the rain, when the sky first cleared, the sunlight slanted through the gaps between the branches and softly spread over the damp white rose petals, reflecting warm golden beams and giving a warm and peaceful impression of beauty.
Clara Bennett, finally recovering, asked with rare curiosity, "So how do you plan on compensating me?"
William Foster gently wrapped his arms around her waist and softly pressed his warm cheek against her forehead, whispering, "Since it was a misunderstanding caused by the mouth, it should be repaid with a kiss for this 'wrong'.
Understanding the meaning behind his words, Clara Bennett's cheeks flushed slightly, "Wouldn't that make it seem like you have the upper hand?"
Even in the dim light, William Foster's gentle blinking was enough to highlight his unique charm. He replied with a feigned innocence, "Is this taking advantage? I always can't bear to use force on you, or perhaps you prefer..."
"Stop talking."
