"It might be an emergency."
"Even if the sky falls, I won't answer it."
It might be Maggie. As Ave muttered to herself, Flynn placed her in the middle of the bed. At the same time, the phone slipped from Flynn's pocket and landed on the bed. Ave snatched the phone to check, and sure enough, it displayed the two characters 'Maggie.'
Ha, this nickname, so intimate, so familiar.
Ave held the phone out to Flynn and asked, "It's a call from the beautiful Maggie. Are you going to answer it?"
Flynn, in his rush to take off his shirt like a T-shirt, paused, let go of the shirttail, and looked at the phone pensively.
After a brief pause, the phone rang again.
Flynn grabbed the phone, slid it open, and said, "Hello." Then he added, "Okay, I'll be right over."
Late at night, when a lonely man and woman are together, it's like dry wood meeting a fierce flame…
Ave curled her lips.
