After drawing the last line on the graphics tablet, Rosalind stroked her aching temples. Her black hair fell off between her fingers, setting her natural face bright and soft.
She checked the time and turned off the scheduled alarm clock before tiptoeing out of the room. Although the houses next door were broken through, they still needed time to wait until the workers finished rebuilding and renovating the whole place. Rosalind had thought that Elvis wouldn't move in until the rest of the houses were renovated. But she didn't expect him to be so bearable.
The sofa in the living room was put together as a bed. It wasn't hard to imagine that sleeping there wouldn't be comfortable. Elvis's long arms and legs seemed to be restrained, and he even frowned during his sleep.
Rosalind looked at
