The little guy blinked, utterly puzzled, "Why talk in bed?"
"Because your Aunt Fifteen likes to talk to me in bed." Phoebe said with a smile.
"What nonsense are you babbling!"
Fifteen grabbed his hand and forcefully pulled him off the lawn. Seeing that the two little guys hadn't followed, she turned her face to look at Phoebe.
"I'm telling you, last night..."
"Last night?" Phoebe raised an eyebrow, "What happened last night?"
"What do you think happened?"
"How would I know what happened?"
"Didn't you get in bed with me?"
Phoebe shrugged, "You took the initiative, I couldn't resist."
With those words, Fifteen was speechless.
"You..." She raised her hand, pointing at that face that seemed amused yet charming and irritating, leaving Fifteen momentarily speechless.
"No problem, shall I go play with the kids?"
Phoebe turned to leave.
"Stop right there!" Fifteen urgently shouted.
"What?" Phoebe turned, leisurely looking at her, "Anything else?"
