Valentine Teller finished speaking and walked out of the bathroom, into the guest room, locking the door behind her. She closed her eyes, trying not to think too much.
She lay on the bed, unable to calm down for a long time.
Gao Feng had her photos, what should she do?
"Valentine Teller, open the door." Mark Reed was pounding on the door, loudly calling out to her.
"I'm asleep."
She shouted back hoarsely, then pulled the covers over her head, not wanting to hear Mark Reed's voice; hearing it too much made her heart ache.
The sudden silence outside the door.
Just when Valentine thought Mark had let her go, she heard the sound of a key being inserted into the lock.
She jumped up from the bed, only to find Mark's tall and erect figure already stepping inside.
He had only a white towel wrapped around his waist, with nothing else covering him.
"You... go put on some clothes." Valentine was embarrassed and annoyed, turning her face away to avoid looking at him.
