"What? Are you unhappy to see me?" Daisy smiled faintly when she saw the look on my face. She still had on that same old cold expression that she always wore.
This time, she wore a very big blue t-shirt, which was very long and directly hovered above her knees, revealing a section of white legs underneath. On her feet, were a pair of white leather boots. Just two days had passed since we last saw each other, but her hair had turned into a wave of curls that fell below her shoulders. Her appearance was both very mature and charming.
Daisy did not need me to greet her back. She made her way inside like this was her house. I hurried to close the door and then said, "How do you know where I live?"
“How hard can it be? Just find a detective,” Daisy said in a faint voice. She scanned the livi
