"Where is it? I can't see." James' voice came from the bathroom. Yvonne then took a step back to the door, "Can you see it?" "I still cannot," James said.
Yvonne frowned and could only take another step back. James got it this time. When his slightly moist hand touched her palm inadvertently, Yvonne couldn't help but withdraw it instantly. She only realized that her behavior just now was a bit too ambiguous. Some charming fragments of that night flashed in her mind. She blushed and quickly walked away from the door. She wanted to go out immediately, but when she saw the pile of clothes in front of the closet, she couldn't help but go over and squat down to pack them.
When James came out, he saw Yvonne crouching in front of the closet to help him organize his clothes. From her back, she looked like a virtuous wife. James grinned unconsciously and walked over, "After moving here, I have been too busy to have time to clean up."
