He Is Her Warm Harbor

Isabella's tears flowed down from her face. She said with a grievance, "No! I won't get up unless you forgive me!"

Joseph frowned, "Are you making a scene in such a place? Get up! Or I'll leave alone!"

Hearing this, Isabella stood up at once and leaned against Joseph, clutching his collar tightly, afraid that he would leave her.

Joseph sighed helplessly, "I won't forgive you easily. It's dangerous here. We'll go back first and settle the score later."

Isabella pointed pitifully at her knees, "I'm hurt, darling."

Joseph frowned and looked down. Before he could see clearly, Isabella hung on his back like a monkey. She took his umbrella and frowned with a wronged expression, "Darling, you carry me, I'll hold the umbrella ..."

"..."

Isabella was indeed good at pinching Joseph's heel.

She had long since seen through that Joseph was a person who was cold outside, but passionate inside. Though being cold and aloof, he would yield to a soft approach but reject force.