In the silent night.
Claire Prescott lay flat on the bed, her head still feeling dizzy.
The man's warmth and firm texture seemed enchanting, echoing incessantly in her mind, the touch seemingly imprinted on her entire palm, lingering stubbornly.
It was just a few touches guided by him, and even through a layer of clothing, how could he be so sedu... and so... craving.
Contemplating for a long time.
She lazily climbed out of bed, opened two suitcases, slowly packing item by item.
Inside were various clothes and some jewelry strung by her grandmother. As she was about to put these into the piggy bank, she opened the cabinet and found her piggy bank missing.
The square bread-shaped piggy bank, almost the size of a computer box, was always placed in the cabinet, but now it's gone?!
She searched all around, confirming repeatedly, completely not seeing a trace of the piggy bank.
