Big and small, the longest one is about fourteen or fifteen centimeters long, with a distinct indentation.
So many injuries?
Fifteen paused unexpectedly, doubt creeping into her heart.
Isn't this guy a rich man? How could he have so many injuries on his body?
While she was lost in thought under the bed, Phoebe had already dried her short hair and turned around, walking toward the bed.
Noticing the bronze hexagonal key dangling from his wrist, Fifteen gritted her teeth silently on the bed.
He actually brought that key with him?
Did this guy anticipate she would come to steal the key?!
By now, Phoebe had reached the bedside, his feet positioned just not far from her.
Fifteen covered her nose with her hand, trying hard to relax her breathing.
Phoebe reached for the suit on the bed, glancing at the upturned corner of the suit, he raised an eyebrow slightly, and glanced sideways at the door.
The door was ajar.
