"...Feels weird." Daisy Ginger had an inscrutable expression, looking at him with a strange gaze, then reached out and pushed his face away, "Don’t keep leaning over."
Edward Stephens looked at her expression and, for so reason, let out a soft chuckle. He lazily stepped back, leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, and his gaze fell on her.
The way he looked seed a bit enigmatic.
"What?" Daisy was baffled by his staring.
Edward, in a leisurely manner, said, "I didn’t expect you to feel shy."
"..." Daisy was montarily speechless by his words and retorted, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Getting shy from a kiss, does he think she’s a schoolgirl? She was just startled by him!
Edward looked at her, leisurely shook his head, sighed, giving her a look of ’hopeless student’.
Daisy: "Don’t go too far, Edward Stephens."
Seeing her almost explode from his teasing, Edward just coldly laughed and said, "Daisy, you’ve got it coming to you today."
Daisy: "..."
Damn it, is he here to settle old scores?
She’s still a patient!
Luckily, a nurse arrived with breakfast just in ti to interrupt their senseless childish squabble.
Daisy, as usual, had porridge.
After breakfast ca various antidepressants and bipolar dications.
Daisy wasn’t fond of staying in the hospital, especially being hospitalized for ntal health reasons. When she used to co to the hospital for psychological issues, maybe because she was young or alone, she would always receive sympathetic looks from nurses and doctors.
She didn’t like others feeling sorry for her.
No need for that.
Her background ensured she lived better than ninety-nine percent of the people in this world.
She didn’t need anyone’s pity.
So, she didn’t like staying in the hospital.
But in front of Edward Stephens, she actually liked to pretend to be pitiable.
After taking her dication, Daisy started calling his na pitifully.
"Edward, Edward, Edward."
Edward was leaning against the window, playing with his phone. Hearing Daisy’s voice, he slightly lifted his head to look at her.
She was sitting on the bed, with her clothes drooping at the neckline, exposing a small half of her fair, rounded shoulder. Her hair looked like a bird’s nest, fluffy and ssy. To be honest, even in such a state, she still looked so dazzling.
Edward, not too close nor too far, glanced at her, "What’s up?"
"The dicine just now was bitter," Daisy said, "I want so candy."
Edward put his phone away, looking at her with leisure, "Daisy, are you a child?"
"I’m so pitiful right now, what’s wrong with having a candy?"
Edward thought about it and figured she had a point. Having been kidnapped and suffering a relapse, she was indeed quite pitiful.
He walked over to her bedside, reached out and tapped her chest lightly, asking, "Is it still painful here today?"
Daisy shook her head.
Edward’s eyes were sowhat profound, and upon hearing her, he seed to ponder sothing quietly for a mont before saying, "What flavor of candy do you want?"
"Strawberry." She instantly smiled.
Edward looked at her, thinking that, typically, she’d be reaching out to hug him and stealing a kiss.
He raised his hand and gently smoothed her fluffy long hair, "Take good care of yourself, and your brother will buy you all the candy in the future."
After speaking, he picked up his coat from the sofa’s armrest and turned to leave.
Daisy sat on the bed, contemplating Edward’s last words.
Brother and all that...
Is this guy teasing her on purpose again?!
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