He took another calm sip of water and said, "Whose fault is it that you didn't wear the necklace? That flower is just right, consider it a necklace."
That flower?!
Forsythia Brown looked at the flower with puffed cheeks, indeed, the kiss was very skillful, like a four-leaf clover.
He actually took advantage of her inattention to arrange her like this.
"Gem Atkinson, you just wait, for a lifetime, you'll never succeed in dominating me," she said.
A lifetime?
This concerned his lifelong happiness. On hearing this, the man straightened up, gritted his teeth, and said, "Open the door."
"I won't, hmm."
While Forsythia Brown was speaking, she searched for her powder puff on the dressing table, having decided to cover up the flower, which was utterly embarrassing.
The man outside, hearing the irritated tone of his young wife, changed his gaze and, with a softer voice, asked, "Viola, do you remember when was the last time we came here?"
The last time?
