He said, "Why are you running?"
"I won't eat you."
"Oh. You will eat me."
"The robe you tore cost me several thousand dollars. Who do you think I should have pay for it?"
"Hmm?"
...
Daisy Ginger was utterly ashamed.
She curled up in his arms, trembling, "I-I can pay you back."
"Heh." He laughed lowly behind her, his voice raspy and magnetic from a cold, "What you owe me isn't just money."
Daisy Ginger's guilty conscience made her heart nearly leap out of her throat at his ambiguous suggestion.
He held her: "I'm going to sleep."
"!"
"Snore, snore, snore——"
"!"
Daisy Ginger turned her head, and what came into view was the shadow cast by the thick lashes on the man's fair skin.
He had his eyes closed, unmoved by her gaze, only emitting steady breaths.
It seemed as though he really had fallen asleep.
Daisy Ginger couldn't help but find it amusing and reached out to touch his thick lashes until he impatiently opened his eyes and looked at her reproachfully.
