In the wardrobe, Ivelle Astley only put the clothes she usually wore. She didn't know when Jordan Astley moved in.

That was all. Their relationship was nothing more than a quarrel, and it didn't make any sense.

After drying her hair, she went to bed.

It had been half an hour since Jordan finished taking a bath. He came out with a cold vapor, scrubbed himself hastily with a bath towel, lifted the quilt, and laid down.

She didn't like this kind of wet feeling. She moved to the side wrapped in the quilt and was swept over by Jordan with the quilt. "Don't always avoid me. It's still a...