The first meeting was at a small bar. A friend nudged his arm, smiling somewhat suggestively: A woman like Daisy Ginger should be kept in a vase, constantly admired, and toyed with at any moment.
At that time, she seemed to be drunk and was persuaded by her friend to take to the dance floor and perform a dance.
He propped up his face, watching the glamorous woman with casual indifference under the dazzling lights.
Daisy Ginger.
The name is spicy enough.
The figure.
Also spicy enough.
*
Banyan City’s young Master Wen, afflicted with a severe illness, was deemed by doctors at birth to not live past the age of thirty. He lived capriciously up to the age of twenty-five, never imagining he’d encounter such a dilemma in his lifetime—if he were to die, what would happen to the little demon at home who creates chaos and mischief without his protection, and ends up bringing harm upon herself when he’s no longer there to shield her?

Daisy Ginger's bedding and sheets were beige, and at the moment, a heap of mud was stuffed into the cover, not sure by whom.


Daisy Ginger stood by the bed, with a splash of mud even on her snow-white bathrobe, looking dirty.


"Do you have spare bedding and sheets?" Daisy Ginger withdrew her gaze, seemingly calm, and turned to look at Elena Raven.


"I didn't bring any." The crew's bedding is uniformly distributed, and there aren't any extras, plus it's late at night, the staff is probably resting already.


Daisy Ginger sighed, "Then we'll squeeze in tonight."


Daisy Ginger shook her head: "Forget it. Just throw them in the washing machine to clean."


Chapter 489 - Prank