When the dim light outside the window penetrated the layers and blocked the projection, Daisy woke up from the drowsiness with frown.

Recalling the madness last night, she turned her head sharply, and seemed a little stunned by the solid back.

Even though she had been having an affair with him for a few days, in Daisy's memory, she never slept peacefully on the bed. Every time he occupied her body, she moved to the other side. He rarely relied on her so close.

Daisy can also guess some of his roar last night, and she must have been abandoned.

It's ridiculous to think about it. The second young master...