"Keep dreaming!"
Ava scoffed and turned her head away.
These irresponsible men always flirt and then disappear; she wouldn't fall for it.
Seeing her like this, Julius chuckled softly and tenderly left a kiss on her forehead, "Alright, stop being upset. Be careful not to get wrinkles from being angry too much."
"You're the one getting wrinkles. I'm only twenty, my skin is great—way better than yours."
Ava glared at him angrily and beckoned with her finger, "Come down a bit."
"Why?"
Even though he knew she might play a trick, Julius obediently bent down.
Sure enough, Ava let out a playful growl and bit his shoulder, fiercely saying, "That's your punishment. Next time you make me angry, I really won't talk to you anymore."
