Janice bit her lip, not wanting to tell Christopher, in case he teased her again. She said, "Nothing. I want to sleep now."
She turned around and walked to the bed. She lifted the quilt and lay down, smiling when he could not see.
Christopher stared at her figure, chuckled, and followed her to lie down. "What are you doing, why are you squeezing so tightly." "This bed is too small. If I don't hold you, you'll fall off." "Then what are your hands doing..."
At this time, outside the door of their room, Old Mr. Allson stood, with his body half bent and his ears pressed against the door, listening to the movements inside.
Could they be quarreling inside?>
Thinking of this, Old Mr. Allson put his ear closer to the door and listened carefully.
At this time, Christopher, though he had just laid down with Janice, suddenly sat up.
"What are you doing?"
