"…because in my Heaven's garden, the little birds can sing forever, and in my golden castle, the Happy Prince can freely praise me—oh, honestly, dear, do you really think this fairy tale is suitable for children?" Adrian said as he lay on the couch, his head resting on the girl's thigh, putting down the book he was holding.
"Because Wilde's writings are meant for adults, also I don't really like being called… that word," Rachel sighed lightly, sitting upright on the couch and also reading a book.
"Is there a problem?" Adrian suddenly sat up and looked at her with a grin.
"It's just… I'm not used to it." Rachel, as if pardoned, shifted slightly beside him, but a strong force from his waist pulled her into Adrian's arms.
