Trial Of The Senses

Jasper was reading a book in a chair beside the bed. Hearing the noise, he looked up and saw that Ashley was wearing his wide bathrobe with wet hair. The hot blood in his body rushed into his mind all of a sudden.

Seeing that the man was looking straight at her, Ashley coughed and said, "I'm finished. You can go now."

"Hmm." Jasper nodded calmly, closed the book and put it into a drawer. Then he stood up and walked over to her. He stopped and looked at her hair. "There is a hair dryer in the bathroom. Do you want to dry your hair?"

"No, thanks." "I don't like hair dryer, but I have used a dry towel to wipe it just now. It should be dry soon."

"Okay." Without forcing her, Jasper went straight to the bathroom.

Ashley breathed a sigh of relief and put the clothes she had taken off on the sofa. She didn't take other clothes, and she had to go to the film crew with them tomorrow.

Her wet hair made her uncomfortable, and she couldn't go to bed to hide, so she had to sit down in the chair where Jasper had just sat. In fact, it was not that she didn't like hair dryer. She was not that fussy. She was just too nervous and forgot to dry her hair. When she was asked by Jasper, she lied subconsciously, fearing that she would be dragged to the bathroom.

"Alas..." Ashley sighed in frustration. When could she be normal in front of Jasper? Even when she was with Francis in her first love, she had never been so nervous.

With one hand pulling her hair to speed up the drying speed, and the other hand pulling the several toys on the bedside table, she felt it boring for a while. She looked around but couldn't find anything to kill time. She opened the drawer to find something to kill time. Then she saw the book that Jasper was reading just now. On the black cover, there were a word -- Mob.

It was a psychology book again.

The book was very heavy. A common piece of bookmark was put in it. Looking at the position, Jasper had already read 2/3 of the book. Ashley idly looked through the list, "group psychology", "group opinion and belief", "classified and characteristics of different groups", in short, it was a book about the psychology of the masses.

Ashley read a few pages patiently, but she was still not interested in it. She opened the drawer and was about to put the book back. At this time, a kraft paper envelope in the drawer attracted her attention.

The envelope was very thick, and the letter cover was an old-fashioned side opening. Perhaps it was because of the frequent opening of drawer to take the book, a corner of the thing in the envelope was exposed. Under the light of the bedside lamp, the smooth surface reflected light, which was a corner of photo.

Out of curiosity, she put the book on the bedside table and took out the thick envelope from the drawer. Placed in a drawer of the bedside table, it should be often taken out by the owner to have a look. What photo would it be

hedule was not tight, she could discuss with the director and adjust the shooting schedule to spare two days.

After Ashley asked for a leave, Nelson also asked for a leave from the school. The three of them drove to the countryside.

The scenery on the road was different from the last time they came. The last time they came here was summer, and they could see mountains and rivers. It was winter now. The weather in the mountain was much colder than that in the city. There was not even a snow in the city. It had snowed twice here, and the world was white.

On the first half of the road, Nelson was as talkative as ever, and on the latter half, he fell asleep in the back seat. The two of them drove in turns and arrived at the yard of Bruce, down the hill, before dusk.

Bruce really had a simple life. There were all kinds of radishes, sweet potato and dried potatoes hanging under the eaves, and there were frozen apples pears on the ground of the courtyard. Just as Nelson was woken up, he was held by Ashley and staggered along the road.

The door of the courtyard was not closed. Tom, who had been taking care of Bruce, was sorting out the stored vegetables in the courtyard. He threw away all the frozen and broken vegetables, and wrapped them up with old newspapers to store them again.

"Tom." Holding the hands of Nelson and Jasper, Ashley walked into the door.

"Oh, you are back." Tom immediately stood up from the ground and shouted to the room, "Bruce, Jasper and others are here."

In an instant, the sound came from the room, and then the thick curtain was lifted, revealing Bruce's old but energetic face. "Come on, come in and sit outside. It's cold. Tom, come in as soon as you finish cleaning."

"Oh, almost." Tom quickened his movement.

The stove in the room was very warm. Bruce sat on the armchair with a smile. "Last time I saw Miss Ashley, I felt that we were destined to meet. Sure enough, my hunch never fails."