The kitchen knife in my hand fell to the ground, and I quickly retreated.
I put my hands behind my back, nervous and panicked, and stood in the living room to receive punishment.
About twenty minutes later, Daisy came out. She was wrapped in a bathrobe, holding a cigarette in her hand and puffing away.
I clenched my fingers tightly.
Daisy pinched my arm hard, and I cried in pain.
"Daisy."
She gave me a look of disgust, saying, "Don't call me! It's disgusting."
Then, she opened her mouth again.
I was nervous, thinking that she was going to scold me again.
It was all my fault. I always made her angry.
Seeing my expression, Daisy suddenly frowned and closed her mouth. She then turned around and walked straight into the room.
"I have nothing to say to you."
She said it casually, and I was so anxious that I stumbled forward and tried to catch her. However, I didn't notice that my shoelaces had been undone, and I fell to the ground awkwardly.
I wondered why she had nothing to say.
Pulling Daisy's trouser legs, I almost cried. "Daisy, aren't you going to tell a story today?"
When Daisy heard what I said, her whole body stiffened instantly.