Frowning, Phoebe plucked a long hair stuck to the faucet, intending to throw it in the trash can.
Turning her head, she immediately spotted her casually tossed bra and a pair of milky white panties in the trash.
Her heart, just calmed down, began to race even more urgently, and Phoebe's mood grew increasingly irritable.
"You little brat, you're a total wrecking ball!"
His things were always organized, with everything placed where he wanted it to be.
As he said, Phoebe most disliked others randomly touching his belongings.
The maid responsible for weekly cleaning was well aware of this and was always very cautious.
Now, Fifteen had thrown everything into chaos.
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...
When Fifteen woke up, the room was completely dark, and outside the window, night had firmly set in.
Blinking her eyes, she lazily turned over, sat up wrapped in her blanket, and stretched her legs.
Having eaten and drank to her fill, and after a wonderful nap, she was now back to her best state.
