In the morning, Isabella Weaver woke up, put on her robe, and stood on the balcony. She opened the window, took a deep breath, and thought it was another lovely rainy day!
Eh, why did she call it lovely weather?
It was obviously gloomy, wet, windy, and pouring down.
Wasn't this her least favorite weather?
Suddenly, she felt an arm encircle her waist, surrounded by the man's assertive breath.
As she turned her head, a dominant kiss landed on her lips.
"Princess, you didn't kiss your Prince awake today."
"But you're awake, aren't you? Seems like the Prince has always been deceiving the Princess; he wakes up just fine without her kiss."
"I woke up because I sensed your intense inner calling."
Isabella looked at the man in front of her, seriously making up nonsense, and couldn't help but laugh: "When did I call you? I was just thinking how nice the weather is today!"
