Bang—
The plate with half of the chili sauce left fell to the ground.
A red splash landed on the white long-haired carpet, really resembling a bright red stain of blood.
Knox Simmons lay on the table, his eyes gently closed, the corners of his lips still slightly raised in a faint smile, looking like he had fallen asleep.
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Scarlett Yates came out after taking a shower, her face flushed, her hair damp, with water droplets rolling down her forehead.
Under the wash of hot water, her fair skin turned a soft pink, a cherry blossom hue, light and tender, looking very tempting.
"Matthew Saxon, where's the hairdryer?" she asked as she walked, drying her hair with a towel.
She never knew where the hairdryer was kept, as Matthew Saxon always dried her hair for her those previous times.
Matthew Saxon lay on the bed reading a book.
