The car arrived at the Miller Residence, and as Shirley Miller looked at the tightly closed gate, she turned with an obedient expression, "Do you know the password?"
Carson Flores laughed, "There's no password, I didn't say I was coming before, and I didn't ask..."
Shirley Miller felt somewhat disheartened, "Then let's forget about it, we'll come back tomorrow."
Carson Flores chuckled, "Forget about what? Can't we just climb over? It's our own home, since when do we need a password to allow ourselves to climb over the wall?"
Shirley Miller's eyes widened in surprise, "Really?"
"What's fake about that?"
Carson Flores parked the car next to the perimeter wall and motioned for Shirley Miller to get out, then crouched down, "Come on, climb onto my back."
Since Carson Flores had carried Shirley Miller on his back when she was drunk that one day, and they even slept in each other's arms for a night, she naturally didn't act shy and wrapped her arms around his neck.
