Wait a moment. He paused and looked at the familiar quilt in his arms. Wasn't that her quilt?
He angrily stepped forward and retrieved the quilt." Brawler!"
Holding the quilt, he hurriedly ran back to the other side. He locked the door and leaned against the door. He took a deep breath. He really scared her to death. He was so smart that not only did he get the quilt back, he even managed to get it back. It was unprecedented.
However, after the joy passed, she felt depressed. After all, she was still living at his home. How should she explain it after meeting downstairs?
He couldn't say that she was mentally ill. Would he believe her? The answer was obvious. She could n' t even convince herself. What should she do? Otherwise, she might as well go downstairs and apologize.
Downstairs,
