The fierce wind swept across the ground, and the dark clouds pressed very low, impenetrable, as if it were the end of the world.
At this moment, Anderson Castle was utterly without light, like a dark ancient castle.
The sound of the shower in the bathroom finally stopped. Rosie immediately perked up. She heard the man's footsteps retreating and instinctively took a few steps forward, only to bump into his chest; a strong fragrance rushed into her nostrils.
The bathroom floor was somewhat slippery, and to prevent the girl from slipping, Charles wrapped his arm around her waist; he wasted no time, immediately bent over, and hoisted her onto his shoulder: "It's a bit chilly tonight, don't walk around barefoot on the tiles."
Rosie had grown resistant to his sudden action of carrying her like this. She even felt somewhat calm. If someone was willing to be laborious, she was naturally willing to enjoy it.
