Jason came back after a while, but he didn't bring Avery's sandals, he brought her slippers.
Speaking of "maliciousness", Avery felt that his way of carrying shoes was more pleasing than his domineering look.
But Avery now knows where he is, because he feels obedient to let Jason change his shoes for himself.
The man squatted in front of her, his eyebrows rising sharply. His fingertips were slightly rough, and his strength was a bit heavy. Avery frowned, his feet flinching inward. When he put it on, she lowered her eyes to meet his dark eyes.
Avery froze, remembering what he was doing, bending his eyes and thanking him sweetly.
He glanced darkly and asked her, "Will you take a shower?"
Avery didn't dare, but facing his gaze, she nodded daringly and asked him softly, "Can I wash it myself?"
His tone was low and dumb: "Your hands are tied, how do you want to wash?"
