"You..." Daniel's throat tightened. "What do you want to write about?"

"I don't know." Maisie smiled innocently, her soft hair nuzzling his chin. The sweet fragrance of her body wafted toward his nose.

Daniel struggled to control himself, afraid to expose his feelings. He coughed discreetly to hide his embarrassment and gently pushed her away just a little, making sure not to give himself away.

"Well, if I do write a novel, I don't want to write about such a tragic story. I want to write about us," Maisie said, raising her head to look at him.

"About us?"

"Mm!" Maisie grinned innocently. "I want to include all the good things you've done for me."

the times I wasn't good

have you not been

a pang of guilt

he murmured. He had genuinely mistreated her in the past. He had treated her

his side. She had

seemed puzzled. "What do you mean 'in the

on her forehead. He smiled and said,

replied. "But I already

"Who is it?"

keep it

had a good idea who this professional was—most likely, Lily. He only hoped she wouldn't cause any trouble, like

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