Windsor Myres brushed her long hair in front of the mirror, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
Standing in the dimness, she looked at Camden River.
Camden River hadn't slept yet, and naturally heard her opening the door. As he looked up, he saw her getting closer and closer.
Windsor Myres's wavy long hair was down, barefoot in slippers, seemingly wearing only a camisole nightgown,...
He always knew Windsor Myres had a great figure.
——Camden River abruptly dragged her to the sofa, bent down to pick up his down jacket, and stepped towards the door.
"Stop right there!" Windsor Myres got up and shouted, seeing him continue, she ran to squeeze in front of him, spread her arms, and questioned, "It's almost midnight, what do you mean by this?"
"Move aside." Camden River's voice was cold.
"I won't." Windsor Myres bit her lip hard, annoyed, "What exactly is your problem?"
