Carl Evans glanced at the silly snowman, then looked at her red face, "Do you still want to play?"

Despite she wanted to continue, the indifference on his face made Alice Miller shake her head: "No, I don't."

His big hand grabbed her cold little hand, and she was pulled into the room.

The room was very warm, Carl Evans took off his black woolen coat, and took another look at the flowers in the room.

She really regarded this place as her home! Some kind of feminism is added to the house, which is full of coldness and grayness before.

He seem to be not very angry, nor does...