Edward Stephens took off his coat and saw Daisy Ginger sneaking in from outside the door.
Edward hung the coat in his hand over the back of the sofa, turned around, and pretended not to see her.
He gradually figured out a rule for dealing with Daisy— the more attention he paid to her, the more she would push her luck; if he ignored her, she would instead quiet down.
He took off his clothes, got into bed, pulled over the quilt, turned his back, and planned to sleep.
He was unwell and needed rest, yet Daisy, that woman, was oblivious to the situation. It wasn't long before the bed dipped slightly; she had climbed up.
Edward turned around, frowning as he looked at the woman lying on his bed.
The woman looked at him innocently, "Edward, are you trying to sleep?"
"..."
"Then shall I keep you company?"
"Daisy," Edward finally spoke, his voice cold and emotionless, "you..."
Daisy leaned in and kissed his lips gently, "Don't speak."
