Of course, the villa also has a rooftop.
And the rooftop of such a building is not like the usual terraces, hardly used for drying clothes.
Ascending the spiral staircase, the door to the rooftop is even a glass sliding door.
Actually, Sam didn't understand why the girl wanted to come to the rooftop, but as long as he knew she was Angel, all of it seemed to make sense.
The vast rooftop was not only planted with some flowers and plants, but the tiles on the ground were also quite clean. Even near the center, there was a sizable swimming pool, with water that appeared exceptionally clear.
However, Sam felt no impulse to dive in for a swim.
"How does it feel?"
Under the rooftop lights, Angel, who appeared like a noble princess, asked softly.
She hadn't drunk much, her face bearing an icy indifference.
Her smooth hair fluttered with her steps, undulating like a solitary waterfall.
