At night, Phoebe went back home.
She was still wet and sticky. She opened the zipper of the school bag and took out the coat. She placed it under the lamp, and looked at it carefully.
Obviously, this was a man's coat.
Did he ask that uncle to give it to her?
Thinking of this, Phoebe's heart throbbed.
How could there be such a good-looking man…
Noble and mysterious. People couldn't help but want to get close to him and fall for him.
She dared to say that none of the men she had known in her past life could match up to even a finger of his.
The more she thought about it, the hotter Phoebe's cheeks became.
She shook her head to calm down and picked up the hairdryer to dry the coat.
Suddenly she felt something in the pocket.
She took it out and stared at it.
It was a handkerchief.
It was dark-colored with delicate patterns.
Very much in line with the elegant temperament of that man.
