After feeding one bag of fish food, Joseph finished his call and pulled his hands, "Come here."
Irish cleaned her hands and came forward, but she was pulled to the chair by him. She was afraid that the leg of the chair would break, while Joseph just smiled and said, "You overrated your weight."
They both were just crowded into the wide chair, and Irish was just nestled into his bosom. The light wood smell was spread in their nose by the wind. It was so comfortable that she didn't want to move at all.
"When did we come back last night?" She asked idly.
Joseph laughed in her head, "It was not last night but at dawn today."
She raised her head, "Did the wedding end so late?"
Joseph lowered his head, looking at her, "Irish."
His voice was serious.
