Daisy Ginger mocked coolly, "Didn't we just meet this afternoon."
"..." Edward Stephens paused, "It's okay if you want to curse at me."
"..."
Daisy was taken aback, not seeing this guy for three years and now he's turned into a masochist.
"Not interested in cursing you."
Erin Ginger had already gone upstairs to paint, while Daisy sat on the sofa, holding the remote, and turned on the television.
Ignoring Edward, she watched the variety show for a while before realizing she hadn't hung up the phone.
The man's voice drifted in, "Keep watching, I'm still awake."
"...How did you know I wasn't watching TV just now?"
The man chuckled slightly, "Your breathing was closer."
Daisy's breath faltered slightly.
When she was silent, he was listening to her breathing over the phone.
Some corner of her heart was being stirred, unable to calm down. The noise from the television couldn't enter her ears.
