Andrew bent down and kissed her forehead, then gracefully picked up his shirt from the floor and put it on without pressing her further about her laughter.

There's quite a generation gap between them, and the young girl always has some peculiar thoughts in her mind. Since he couldn't figure it out, Andrew didn't want to waste time on it.

As long as she wasn't thinking about leaving him, he was willing to indulge her in anything else.

She nestled in his arm, her bright eyes looking at him. Andrew's features were deep, but his expression hid a hint of weariness.

"Are you tired?" She reached out her slender fingers...