Isla poked her little head out, her rosy face full of anxiety.
The next second, her big eyes caught sight of the figure sitting on the window sill, and her eyes lit up instantly as she bolted toward Joseph Turner.
"Brother Prince!"
With a "thud," Joseph Turner's small leg was tightly hugged by someone.
Isla used her hands and feet to climb up, wanting to sit on the window sill like him. But she was small, a bit shorter than Joseph Turner, and couldn't climb up no matter how hard she tried. She became anxious.
"Brother Prince, hug!"
"..." Simon was stunned.
He was stunned from the moment he saw her appear.
When he saw her rushing up to hug him, he felt like his small leg lost feeling in an instant.
The next second, he lowered his eyes slowly, looking at the little round plushie trying to climb up frantically.
"I'm not a prince, I'm Simon," Joseph Turner said with a very indifferent tone, but his deep black eyes showed a slight emotional fluctuation.
