9

Grace Wilson and I chatted about literature for a while, and then we went to rest. The next day, when I woke up and had breakfast, Grace Wilson also came downstairs in a daze. She was still wearing the long white T-shirt, which she wore as a short skirt, but she changed her legs into a pair of black stockings. She was sleepy, but still wearing a mask.

"Good morning, Xiaonian." Grace Wilson sat listlessly at the dining table and took off her mask. Her lips were pink and slightly upturned, giving people the urge to take a bite.

"Is it because people always pay attention to your lips that you always wear a mask?" I asked with a smile. Grace Wils on nodded, blushed and lowered her head to eat. I didn't say anything more, and after breakfast, I planned to leave.