Daisy Ginger watched him, apart from a few initial rapid breaths, he seemed completely composed, which made her feel a bit discouraged.
Damn it, has she become so unattractive?
She had been so proactive, yet this guy felt nothing at all.
Daisy lay on the bed, her mouth slightly open, breathing a bit heavily.
She kissed him for quite a while; he felt nothing, but she herself was burning up.
Beads of sweat formed on her fair forehead, and Daisy, slightly flustered, exhaled angrily, "Edward Stephens, are you going or not?!"
"...Heh." The man let out a chuckle, letting her go as he was about to get off the bed. "That's all you've got."
He even mocked her!
Daisy's face turned red with anger. Seeing her efforts slipping away, she decided to go all out, directly kicking away the towel wrapped around his waist.
Edward was momentarily stunned and instinctively pressed down on the cloth, but Daisy quickly snatched it away with her foot, sneaking a glance.
