Daddy, don't flirt

It turns out that the thing in Jamie's kitchen that looks like salt is sugar——both white, so how is he to blame?

"..."

Fortunately, the following dishes are all normal, neither too sweet nor too salty, but Jamie doesn’t think that they were made by Dan. It’s so possible that 80% of them were made out quite normal just because he accidentally confused the sugar and salt again…

After the meal, Jamie packs her things, returns the keys to the property center, and leave with Dan.

It’s only six o'clock in the evening and a waste of time to go back like this, so she suggests getting off the car and go shopping in the nearby commercial street.

Strolling around, the two couldn't help but walk to the high school they had both attended before. This high school is particularly famous in City A and is an institution of high level.

She stretched out her hands and patted on the edge of the wall, calculating the height of the wall and the probability that she could climb over it.

When she was in high school, she would often climb up and then get out from this wall with Wendy, and then run to the commercial street over there to eat delicious food they enjoyed.

It's a pity that she can't go back anymore, but the memories become more and more precious and beautiful.

She was thinking about it, but her body suddenly vacates, and her whole person was higher than the wall.

Looking out from here, she can see an old tree by the wall. She was a little surprised. Why is this tree still here?

"Go quick onto it! I can barely stand you weight." Dan's low urging sound came from below. She stops hesitating, holding the wall with adept, and then lifts her petite body up and then down, over it as light as a feather.

Before Dan comes over, she quickly runs to the tree, looking for something.

Sure enough, she finds it.

is going to kill you" are engraved on the tree trunk. Although

how angry the

looking at?" Before he knew it, Dan has

that he would see it, Jamie

longer hesitating, Dan

the students in the school have gone home. Some of the students who stay at the school are all on the third grade, struggling for the graduation

and the wind blows on your face as if

woman. He catches her at the middle of the playground and finds

in his garden just now, his feet not rushing, and heart, so pleasantly

the street lamps

saying that, she was breathing hard with her hands on her knees, gasping and blaming herself in heart

with lovable despise, stretching out his hand on

her face gets red by the cold wind, her body not warmed up from the running just now, but

hasn't left yet, she

slightly, untied the off-white scarf around his neck and wrapped it around her neck, softly reprimanding, "Why don't you wear a scarf when you come out. I won't care about you if

smirked while pursing her lovely mouth, a pair of charming eyes suspecting what he just said——she would believe anything but that he would ever

all right." Jamie says, putting his cold little hands

hands with his hands. His palms are wide and dry and warm, in sharp contrast

put on yourself?" He frowned, stretched out his hand and unzipped her top, and counted how

face suddenly turned red, and he quickly covered his clothes,

looked at her, "To find out how much

you think so? perrrrvert!" Jamie's face flushes, and she stuttered such a sentence, pulling the zipper to

Pervert?

hand so that she cannot escape, and then gently pulls her into his arms,