"Hehe..."
The man's laughter rumbled from his chest, captivating in the sunlit morning.
Bertha Swift knew he was awake, reached out to rub her forehead, and looked up at Adam Piers with a playful scold.
Adam Piers laughed even more joyfully.
Bertha Swift was initially a bit annoyed, but upon hearing the man's slightly hoarse and lazy morning laughter, her previous frustration vanished inexplicably, and she even found the man in front of her quite handsome.
"Am I good-looking?" Adam Piers noticed Bertha Swift's gaze soften halfway through her glare, with a hint of infatuation, and couldn't help but smile more blissfully, his lips curling upward as he asked.
His question snapped Bertha Swift back to her senses, and she became extremely embarrassed. She quickly lowered her head, inadvertently resting it on Adam Piers' chest, causing the two to appear even closer.
