Mary Kinson rushed into the front door, turned around and closed the door. Then, with a slight relief, she rubbed her sore forehead and walked inside.

Unexpectedly, She looked up and saw the woman sitting in a precarious position on the sofa, dressed in white lace suspenders and carrying a cup of freshly ground coffee in her hand. The curly white steam wafted along the corner of her lips, giving her a beautiful face with a faint hazy feeling.

May feel Mary Kinson's energetic eyes. The woman slowly turned her head and raised her lips with a provocative smile: "Mary, you are so late."

"Why are you still at the...