Returning to the room.
Ashley Smith closed the door and leaned against it in the dark room, feeling her racing heartbeat and her gradually warm skin.
Night is best at hiding everything, and it is only in the night that she is truly herself.
Only then does she dare to open herself up and face her heart directly.
...
At 5 o'clock the next day, the door to the guest room opened, and Ashley's head peeked out, looking left and right, seeing no one.
She quickly squatted down, came out of the room, quietly closed the door, and then walked to the railing, secretly looking at the living room downstairs.
No one.
Ashley Smith immediately got up and ran downstairs quickly.
Just as she was about to change her shoes at the entrance, the collar of her back was caught.
Ashley Smith stiffened and dared not move.
"What are you up to? Trying to run?" said William Lane.
Ashley Smith turned around with a smile, "How could I? I just have morning practice, so I want to go early."
