The chubby and round body rolled off the tabletop onto the chair, curling up pathetically and looking pitifully at Thomas Shannon.
Sophie Sullivan laughed and collapsed into Thomas Shannon's embrace, patting his chest, "Thomas, you're bad."
Thomas Shannon's thin lips stole a kiss on her blushing cheek, "Be good, we'll do it when we get to Country F, hmm?"
"Alright." Sophie reluctantly agreed for Harry's sake.
After more than ten hours of flying, the airplane landed at Country F's Capital International Airport.
Just off the airplane, Thomas Shannon held Sophie's hand and asked, "What flowers does your mommy like?"
"What?" Sophie had just woken up, her head a bit drowsy, unable to react immediately.
Thomas Shannon's dark eyes, calm and deep, "What flowers does your mommy like?"
"What are you trying to do?" Sophie realized in an instant that his question wasn't so simple.
