The bedroom door opened, but the bed was empty.
John raised an eyebrow, and suddenly felt a gust of perfume waft from behind him. The next second, a soft body pressed tightly against his back.
"Wake up? Is your cold any better?"
John asked with a light laugh.
A coquettish voice came from behind: "It's much better now, my head doesn't hurt anymore. Johnny, I'm so sorry. Did I cause you any trouble?"
John turned around and looked at Emma's dejected expression. He answered seriously with a solemn face: "Silly girl, remember, don't ever say that again. For a man, any trouble he solves for his woman is not trouble at all. And this time, it's not your fault at all."
Emma pouted her red lips and muttered softly: "But I feel so guilty. I can't help you at all, and I always cause you trouble. It's the same as last time at the mall, and it's the same this time..."
