Her wrist was pulled by Joseph, who put her in his arms. The sudden movement made her body and mind feel unstable. Her nose knocked into his chest, and tears nearly came out.
"Joseph…"
"Next time, will you lock Belle in the toilet?" He asked her by surprise.
Irish looked at him, puzzled, frowned for a while, then said, "I was just kidding, are you really serious?"
"Could you possibly do the same to me in the future?" Joseph stared at her for a moment.
His words were so strange that she was puzzled by them and then smiled at him for a long time, "What's wrong with you?"
Joseph did not have an expression, and his face was horribly calm. His eyes had been locked on her face and never moved. Then, when Irish guessed his thoughts, he suddenly hugged her, kissing her lips forcefully.
