The unfamiliar touch made Daisy Ginger pause slightly. She glanced at him and quickly withdrew her hand.
Ian Linton parked the car at Daisy Ginger's door, then found the key to open the door in her bag.
He reached out, lifted her out of the car, and steadily opened the door to enter the house.
He turned on the light, glanced around at the furnishings in Daisy's house. It was his first time here, and there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
After looking around for a bit, he voluntarily carried Daisy upstairs.
Daisy smelled the familiar scent of the room and calmed down, letting Ian hold her and lay her on the bed.
Ian went into her bathroom, wet a towel, and came out to wipe her face.
Daisy was already asleep on the bed, her breathing even, only her eyebrows were slightly furrowed. Her delicate face looked vaguely pained.
Ian sat by the bed, lowered his head, and watched for a long time. In his brown pupils, there was a deep infatuation hidden.
