I stopped my movements and looked at him. "I'm sorry, Mr. Astley, my hobbies are not wide enough, so I may politely ask you to go out."

He curled his lips, but luckily he said nothing and went out.

After taking a bath, I went out of the bathroom. Jordan Astley was not in the bedroom. And there was milk on the nightstand.

I took a faint glance and dried my hair in front of the dressing mirror. I was not in good spirits, but I suddenly fell into the water and may have fallen into the cold.

I have no energy. I don't want to fall asleep rather. I...