No, she must find a way to leave.
But, how to get out?!
Holding some water, she washed her face, and suddenly a light bulb went off in her head.
Really, it has been so long since she used this ancient skill, how could she forget it?
She's a master thief, can a door really stop her?
Thinking of this, she suddenly stood up, grabbed the towel, quickly wiped her body, and put on his sports outfit, slipping on his oversized slippers.
Looking at the mess she made in the bathroom, she lifted the corners of her mouth with no intention to clean up.
She grabbed a towel to wipe the water off her hair, casually tossed the wet towel onto the washstand.
"Hm! Annoy him to death!"
Doesn't he like cleanliness? Doesn't he dislike people touching his stuff...
Imagining how he would feel seeing the filthy and chaotic bathroom, Phoebe felt a burst of satisfaction.
Walking out of the bathroom, she opened his drawer, rummaged for a small set of nail tools, and slipped downstairs in slippers.
