Shawn Clegg swung his wrist, and that large bunch of flowers swayed back and forth in front of Daisy Wright's face, showering her with pollen.
"Get up—get up—lazybones—get up..." Shawn Clegg sang out in a drawn-out, soul-summoning tone.
Daisy Wright couldn't help but sneeze due to the pollen.
She sat up and snatched the bouquet of flowers: "Alright! I'm up! I'm up!"
No matter how uncomfortable she was, as long as Shawn Clegg was there, she felt like she could breathe again.
Shawn Clegg started to laugh: "Looks like you've come back to life?"
"I was alive to begin with!" Daisy Wright retorted irritably, glancing down to fiddle with the flowers, her expression suddenly shifting, "Where did you get these flowers?"
"Picked them from the Garden," Shawn Clegg shrugged nonchalantly, "Pretty nice, right? I even took the time to pick the colors carefully."
