"I'm obviously beautiful no matter what I wear..."
"Are you going to get up or not?" Joshua Sulliven's patience reached its limit, his voice harsh.
Keira Leaf spoke to herself, "If you coax me, I'll get up."
Joshua Sulliven narrowed his eyes, and in the end couldn't hold back—he stepped forward, pulled her up from the sofa, grabbed her chin, and said angrily: "Look at me clearly and see who I am!"
Keira Leaf's hair was disheveled, her eyes sleepy, like a little maniac, she sat dumbfounded on the sofa, looking at Joshua Sulliven with deep grievance and said, "Joshua Sulliven, you're being mean to me."
Facing her watery eyes, Joshua Sulliven's heart melted in an instant, like a deflated leather ball, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't let it out. He lowered his eyes and softly said, "You know I'm being mean to you, yet you still won't leave."
Keira Leaf gently reached out and held his arm, shrinking back on the sofa, she said softly, "Joshua Sulliven, I miss you."
