As Stanley Batton sang, Xyla Quest listened and enjoyed every moment of it.
Amidst his singing, Xyla soon heard a car arriving outside the house.
She immediately felt joyful and ran over to open the door with her phone in hand.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Stanley getting out of his black Honda.
He was wearing a white shirt and black pants, and there was a black coat draped around his arm.
The simple combination of clothes made him appear like a noble, diving being that had descended from above.
He took big strides toward her. Suddenly, he stopped singing.
Very soon, Stanley was in front of Xyla, smiling faintly. “I’m home.”
“Hmm.” Xyla nodded gently.
“Were you afraid?” he asked.
Xyla shook her head.
She was never afraid of the dark. With him accompanying her on the phone, she didn’t feel afraid at all.
Without saying anything, Stanley placed his coat over her body. “I’m going to check out what’s wrong.”
After that, Stanley turned on the torchlight on his phone and walked over to the circuit box.
Xyla followed close behind.
“There’s something wrong with one of the cables. Go and sit over there while I fix it,” he said.
“I’ll get you the toolbox,” Xyla said.
“Let me do it. Sit over there, alright?” Stanley said before walking over to the coffee table and retrieving a toolbox under it. He then returned to Xyla. “Go and sit down.”
“Let me hold the torchlight for you,” Xyla said.
“It’s okay. Go and rest,” he said.
After that, he turned her around and said softly next to her ear, “Hurry up. Don’t neglect your body, alright?”
When Xyla felt his warm breath flowing from the back of her ear down her neck, she couldn’t help but blush.
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