"Just agree when I tell you to." Daisy Ginger pouted and turned her head, glancing at him, "Edward Stephens, be a man, stop with the nonsense!"
"..."
Edward Stephens expressionlessly grabbed her by the back of her neck, about to throw her out of the car.
If he talked nonsense with her any longer, his name would be written backwards.
Daisy wrapped her arms around his waist, clinging to him tightly and refusing to let go.
Edward looked down at her little face, veins popping on his forehead, his voice so deep it could drip water, "Daisy, what on earth are you doing?"
In broad daylight, does she have no shame?
Daisy raised her head, looked at the tightly pressed line of his lips for a moment, then suddenly lifted her head and gave him a peck on the lips.
Edward was used to her sudden affection and remained completely unfazed, sitting in the driver's seat, watching her coldly like she was a fool.
Daisy blinked and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his lips again.
