The man's joking words finally made Fiona Schmidt smile.
She pursed her lips, all her gloom swept away, looked up at him and said, "I don't hate pillows, I mean I hate you!"
"Hate me?" He picked up the pillow and placed it on the chair by the bed, then walked over and put the tray on the bedside table, "You hate me, yet you held onto me all night!?"
The man had his hands in his pockets, the smile at the corner of his mouth was charming, and he seemed quite pleased.
Hearing this, Fiona's cheeks blushed, and she said, "Sorry, I drank too much yesterday... couldn't control my actions!"
"Uh-huh, so that's why you were all over me later!?"
"What?..." Fiona was dumbfounded, staring at him in surprise, seeing that the man's expression didn't seem like he was joking, she stammered, "All... all over? When did I..."
Did it happen? She didn't remember at all!? Not even a trace of memory?!
