Isla finished kissing and then poked the place she had kissed with her finger, tilting her little head, looking curiously at the motionless Simon in front of her.
"Why hasn't he woken up? Could it be that I kissed the wrong spot?" Isla pouted her mouth high, furrowing her little eyebrows in frustration as she looked at the unresponsive Simon.
Her little palm waved in front of him, seeing he still didn't move, she leaned forward and prepared to kiss his mouth.
Surely she hadn't kissed the right spot earlier, otherwise the Prince wouldn't be unresponsive.
"..." Joseph Turner stood awkwardly, from the moment the little round plushie appeared, jumped in front of him and asked if he was the gift bought by Father, he hadn't uttered a word.
He had been in the orphanage since childhood, seen many children like him, but had never seen such a pretty girl as the little girl in front of him.
Her eyes were big, dark pupils, and when she blinked, they were bright like stars in the sky.
