"Atlas, you..."

Before Daisy could finish her sentence, there was a knock on the door.

The two looked at each other, Atlas frowned, unhappy, Daisy left him and said: “Let me go see who it is.”

But before she could get off, someone pulled her back: “Don’t go, ignore them, stay here with me for a while longer.”

She smiled lightly in his arms, since when did this man become so proactive, but she liked him more like this, the closer, the more she ...