"Snoopy, are you cold?"
Vera lay on the sofa, lazily watching TV, but gradually felt an inexplicable chill.
The weather today isn't bad either.
The temperature is moderate.
The ever-dutiful bodyguard nearby immediately said, "Miss, I'll go upstairs and get you a blanket."
"Hmm."
Vera had no idea it might be something about the feng shui of this ominous house. Although she was watching TV, she was clearly distracted, her gaze occasionally drifting to the phone on the coffee table.
Quiet and still.
Still quiet and still.
Ever since that guy sincerely came over to extend an invitation, nearly two weeks had passed, but no phone call had come through since.
Playing hard to get?
At this thought, her bosom, larger than her age would suggest, heaved violently, and Vera lost even more interest in watching TV, exhaling deeply.
So annoying.
