After breakfast, I put on a white dress and wore a ponytail. Taking my bag, I was ready to go out.
Right then, Harris arrived. He whistled at me. "What a pure lily!"
"Don't. Please don't mention any flowers before me, or I will be allergic!" I rolled my eyes.
"Come on! You ate a lot of cakes made with roses, jasmine, and cassia at the last exhibition I went to with you. I believe that butterflies and bees are more likely to be allergic to flowers than you."
Then, Harris made a grimace at me.
"What do you know?"
I was in a bad mood. Therefore, I complained to Harris by telling him what had happened.
My complaint made Harris on the sofa laugh his head off. "That's why you should enter into a romantic relationship with a playboy, for example, me, instead of an unromanti
