If he dares to say so, she will never let him off.

"What's on your mind?" Andrew walked over, habitually reaching out and tousling her hair.

Isabella's hair was all messed up by him, and she pushed his hand away discontentedly. "Andrew, tell me about your family."

"Really want to know?" He raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Yes." Isabella nodded vigorously.

Andrew took the honey water from her hand, tilted his head back, took a few sips, the sweet and moist taste flowing down his throat, making it ...