Chapter 43

Although she kicked with no great strength, Daniel himself was at the most vulnerable state that a man could be in, even someone who was extremely heroic and strong as he was.

Taking a deep breath and letting go of her, he sat up and said, "Honey, let it go, or you won't be happy in the future."

Her face contorted in a slight grimace. "If it fails, you're going to use your brain, for sure, and you will never be fickle in love."

His face took on a bitter, aggrieved smile. "Evidently, it recognizes only you. How could I be fickle?"

He sounded like an affronted virgin. But in her mind, he was a playboy who went through thousands of battles and won many girls' hearts. And Leila was one of them.

Again, the thought inexplicably made her feel bitter. She turned her back on him to tidy up the hay, lay down, and closed her eyes. "I'm sleepy. I want to sleep for a while."

He lowered his head and sighed slightly, looking extremely pitiful in his dejection.