The next day...
When Shirley woke up, it was already late in the morning.
She lay on the soft bed. The fragrance coming from the bedding was very soothing and special. It was the unique smell of Braden.
It was said that when a person loved another person to the extreme, he would smell the unique fragrance of that person. This fragrance wasn't from perfume or something else but from the fragrance of that person's soul.
Perhaps deep in her mind, Braden was still extremely important to her, so she could still smell his unique scent.
"Damn it!"
When she opened her eyes, she found herself still lying on Braden's bed. She suddenly woke up and bounced up like a spring.
She was the only one in the large room. Braden should have left already.
"Shit, how come I fell asleep?"
Shirley pounded her head, annoyed that she was so weak-willed. She hadn't even finished the building blocks when she fell asleep on Braden's bed.