Chapter 41 Being Her Human Couch

• It was almost 8.00PM, and Susan was still pacing in the living room, occasionally popping her head out the window to check downstairs.
• Her little face would tense up whenever she saw car lights coming from a distance, and she would prop a chair against the door, afraid that the door wouldn't hold up if they were outnumbered.
• Meanwhile, Eric sat on the couch and propped his cheek against his hand while looking nonchalantly at her, suggesting, "How about you also block the door with the couch? It'll be more secure that way."