Edward Stephens furrowed his brow and looked at her without speaking.
Daisy Ginger pushed him away, sat up from his embrace, and rubbed her stiff waist, looking even angrier than him.
"Why are you in my bed?" the man slowly asked.
Daisy Ginger: "Of course, you pulled me up here."
The man let out a low sneer, his expression somewhat mocking.
"Don’t believe it?" She tilted her head and extended her slender wrist towards him, "Look at what you’ve done!"
Edward Stephens glanced down; what he saw was a ring of bruises on Daisy Ginger’s white wrist. He frowned, "How did that happen?"
Daisy Ginger confidently replied, "Of course, you attacked me. I just came over to check on you last night, and you grabbed me, hitting and pinching me. Edward Stephens, you’re a brute!"
Edward sat on the bed, looked at Daisy Ginger’s face for a while, then lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
On the floor was a pillow, and on the bed was Daisy Ginger.
Having known Daisy Ginger for so long, he could roughly understand why this woman would appear in his room.
—She was probably upset from being scolded by him last night. Unwilling to accept it, she sneaked into his room with a hug pillow to hit him, but in the end, it was the sleeping him that "hit" her.
He had undergone military training in the United States, which specifically included dealing with being attacked while sleeping. Even in sleep, if an intruder came in, he could wake up quickly to resist.
As for why he didn’t wake up when Daisy Ginger came in last night, it might be because his subconscious found her harmless and not worth the alarm.
Trying to pull a fast one but ending up losing out, it’s no wonder she had such a sour face in his arms early in the morning.
The woman was so arrogant, she probably didn’t get knocked down often. Though he was asleep, he could imagine how frustrating it must have been for Daisy Ginger being used as a pillow by him all night.
With her strength, if it were a real fight, she would stand no chance.
Edward Stephens sat up from the bed, leaned against the headboard, looked at Daisy Ginger, and finally couldn’t help but mutter, "Idiot."
Daisy Ginger squinted her eyes and stared at him menacingly for a moment, then suddenly leaped over and reached out to scratch his face.
She wouldn’t be satisfied until she taught him a lesson!
Edward was caught off guard and was hit squarely by her lunge. He grabbed her hand, laughing in anger, "Daisy Ginger, are you a cat?"
Daisy Ginger said resentfully, "Who told you to bully me!"
This woman was utterly unreasonable.
Edward nodded, laughing in exasperation, "So it’s fine for you to bully me, huh?"
Daisy Ginger: "I didn’t bully you at all."
Edward glanced down at her, wondering how thick-skinned she must be to shamelessly and confidently say something like that.
She had an expression of sheer entitlement.
He couldn’t help but pinch her cheek.
Daisy Ginger bit his hand.
Edward felt like he was teasing a cat and couldn’t help but chuckle.
He patted her waist and said in a deep voice, "Get off."
Daisy Ginger straddled his waist proudly, "Nope."
She even purposely wriggled about.
Edward’s expression twisted for a moment.
Daisy Ginger noticed something and widened her eyes instantly, "Edward Stephens, you..."
Edward took a slow, deep breath, grabbed her waist, and moved her off him, glanced at her, and calmly said, "It’s a normal physiological reaction."
Daisy Ginger blinked repeatedly, thinking who knows what crazy thoughts. Edward got annoyed just looking at her smug face, so he tossed the blanket over her head, got out of bed directly.
Behind him, Daisy Ginger’s bright voice called out, "Edward Stephens, don’t be shy now. I’m not going to laugh at you."
Edward rolled his eyes dramatically.
One day, he swore, this woman would drive him insane.