Stand Still, Don’t Run Away, My Little Wife

Joe came to send Raymond the signing documents. He didn’t go to the company today, so she had to do that.

Entering the study, she saw Danae sitting on the sofa watching cartoons.

Sometimes, she really doubted whether Danae really lived like a child with some single ideas. But the more she acted like this, the more she was terrible.

“Danae, do you feel better?”

Joe asked politely, and naturally knew that the girl would not answer her.

After Raymond signed the document, Joe wanted to stay for a while, but she heard the girl’s question with incomprehension and perplexity：

“Why do you like to wear high heels so much?”

She didn’t know when, Danae’s eyes turned from the notebook screen to Joe’s feet.

“I’m used to it.”

“But I don’t like the sound.”

She didn’t like it, she just hated it. Women wear high heels, some for beauty, some for temperament, some for height.

But there are also some that are used to trample on people.

Danae closed the computer and walked to the man’s side, wearing home slippers. She gently tugged at the skirt of his shirt and said softly.

“I’m Hungry.”

The girl looked clever and quiet, just like a kitty used her claws rubbing against his clothes, as if she were making overtures to her master for food.

Joe rolled her eyes and left quickly after seeing this.

Raymond chuckled. He let her sit on his lap and kissed her brow.

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“But you do.”

She interrupted him and her eyes became dim. Whether she liked it or not, he liked it, didn’t he?

What Joe can give him, she can’t. So, she has nothing to like or dislike.