The room was only lit by the lamp on the head of the bed, casting a dim yellow glow throughout.
It was warm and tender, soothing the heart.
Kevin Clark held Daisy Zane in his arms, his head buried in the crook of her shoulder while his warm breath tickled her neck.
Daisy Zane felt a bit itchy, so she tilted her head and said, "Kevin Clark, get up."
"Promise me first. You haven't promised me yet." Kevin Clark spoke gently.
When he spoke, her neck felt even itchier. Daisy Zane lifted her hand and pressed it against his forehead, raising his head.
The corners of Kevin Clark's eyes seemed redder, and he looked at Daisy Zane with a mix of grievance and pity.
Daisy Zane: "......"
"Will you promise?"
"Shut up." Daisy Zane whispered softly.
"......" Kevin Clark's hand rested on her waist, and he looked down at her for a while. Then he buried his head on her shoulder again, "Dizzy."
"You..."
