She sat on the edge of the bed, watching Sophia Phoenix fetch the hairdryer.
The sunlight shone upon the tall figure of the man, his eyes smiling, his fair skin revealing a milky white tenderness in the light and shadow. He looked like a warm-hearted big boy.
Such a foolish person, she really didn't know why she had liked him before.
Sophia Phoenix dried her hair and changed her into warm pajamas, but his hair drying skill was not good. Tilly Flower's stylish and dull blue short hair became fluffy under his handling, losing all style.
He tidied up her hair with his hands, then lowered his eyes to look at her.
Tilly Flower played with the strands of her hair, aware of the man's gaze, her voice cool, "What?"
"I mean it." He stretched out his hand and embraced her tightly, "I won't let you go back to America."
