Edward Stephens furrowed his brow and looked at her without speaking.
Daisy Ginger pushed him away, sat up from his embrace, and rubbed her stiff waist, looking even angrier than him.
"Why are you in my bed?" the man slowly asked.
Daisy Ginger: "Of course, you pulled me up here."
The man let out a low sneer, his expression somewhat mocking.
"Don't believe it?" She tilted her head and extended her slender wrist towards him, "Look at what you've done!"
Edward Stephens glanced down; what he saw was a ring of bruises on Daisy Ginger's white wrist. He frowned, "How did that happen?"
Daisy Ginger confidently replied, "Of course, you attacked me. I just came over to check on you last night, and you grabbed me, hitting and pinching me. Edward Stephens, you're a brute!"
Edward sat on the bed, looked at Daisy Ginger's face for a while, then lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
On the floor was a pillow, and on the bed was Daisy Ginger.
