"Dean, why have you suddenly become interested in the sirens from mythology?"
Niel propped her chin on her hands as she lay on the edge of the bed, curiously watching Dean, who was flipping through a large book. Her legs kicked playfully in the air, clearly in a good mood.
Dean touched her head, his tone serious, "Because I suspect you are the reincarnation of a siren. How else could you make me so infatuated?"
TEE-HEE.
Niel covered her mouth and giggled lightly.
For the one she liked, even the cheesiest sweet-nothings sounded delightful, making one's heart blossom with joy.
Suppressing a yawn, she said, "Dean, let me take a nap, and I'll take you out for something delicious tonight!"
Niel had just had a fight with her mother and had exhausted a lot of her recovered energy. Not long after speaking, she fell into a deep sleep.
Dean looked at her fondly and then turned his attention back to the book in his hands.
