Iris Thompson instinctively lifted her leg, aiming straight at the other person.
But the other person skillfully dodged her attack.
Iris Thompson's mind raced, and she yelled, "Master!"
But the next moment, the person in front of her approached her, and a familiar scent hit her face.
Iris Thompson was stunned, and she hesitated, "Master?"
The person turned out to be Reginald Bates?!
What was he doing in her room late at night instead of sleeping?
Immediately, his familiar voice carried harshness and forthrightness, "I'm sleeping here tonight."
I'm sleeping here tonight?
Such a simple and straightforward sentence made Iris Thompson's cheeks turn red instantly.
She bit her lip, swallowing her saliva.
She always knew that her Master cared for her, but the bond between them had always been ambiguous and undefined, and her Master never breached that boundary.
