"I want to know more about your past. Your footprints must be all over this place, and your breath must still linger in the air, right?"
Ashley Bowen's heart warmed at his words. She nodded and loosened her small hands from around his neck. "Then I'll push you around. I'll be your legs, I'll be your hands. I'll be your everything."
"Hahaha, a man's hands have many important uses. Can you really be my hands?" Yuri Sinclair suddenly burst into hearty laughter.
Ashley Bowen's face instantly flushed red. She knew he was making a dirty joke again.
But this time, she didn't shyly avoid it. Instead, she replied with a beaming smile, "Sure I can. My hands are definitely more useful than yours. Why don't you try them out later when you take a bath?"
Their joyful laughter echoed through the deep, quiet alley. Leaning against the back of her door, Mary Preston wasn't asleep. She listened quietly to every sound from outside until they had left.
