The night is hard to conceal, dusk shyly coy.
The young girl pressed her lips, her face flushed pink. She bit down and said irritably, "If you're going to the bathroom, why not just take off your pants."
"..." Charles gave a silent chuckle before unbuckling his pants.
After this incident, Rosie felt like something exploded in her brain, her actions uncontrollable; she trembled all over, spun around, and fled out the door.
Charles watched her fleeting figure and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The art of scheming requires caution when the skill is insufficient.
The bathroom lights were pale white, and the shadow of a man with a straight posture reflected on the floor. As he undressed piece by piece and stepped one foot into the bath, footsteps sounded behind him.
