"Everything is arranged."
His gaze fell on the small plum blossom on her neck, Julius Goodman coughed lightly, awkwardly turning his face away, his ears slightly red.
He took a small box from his pants pocket and handed it to her, feeling a bit guilty: "Sorry, I was too impulsive last night, didn't prepare anything and just..."
Ava Kent took the medicine from his hand, raised her chin to signal him to pour water, and said indifferently, "It's okay, it's just like taking a vitamin. I don't take this medicine regularly, so occasionally it won't affect my health."
Julius Goodman gently pulled her into his arms, kissed her forehead, "Mm, I promise I won't be so impulsive next time."
"..."
Ava silently slipped out of his embrace. Damn, she's still sore all over, and this guy is already thinking about the next time.
