"Hello, is it over?" Lyric Willow poked her head through the door, and as she sniffed the air inside the room, she covered her nose and complained, "You beast, what on earth did you do in the middle of the night..."
Samuel Johnson reached out to tweak Amanda Smith's blanket, ensuring it was tucked in even more tightly, before he got out of bed and draped a bathrobe over himself.
He walked over to the door with a sense of grandeur, looking down at Joy Parker from above.
His fair skin was tinged with a touch of crimson, exuding a sensuous aura; Joy shrank back, standing by the door while her eyes couldn't help but drift inside.
She could see Amanda Smith's black hair, her back facing them.
Joy carefully asked, "Samuel Johnson, what on earth were you thinking?"
Pretending to have amnesia as soon as they met?
This development was too fast, wasn't it? Had Amanda Smith actually agreed to him?
Samuel Johnson looked at her indifferently, "My affairs are none of your business."
