Chapter 72 I Can't Come Like This
- Cleaning his mouth with a napkin elegantly, he looked and walked towards me and bent down to me, saying, "Good choice... Make something light for me for dinner; okay sugar.?
- Saying that, he packed on my wet lips and left the room, and I dropped my head on the table and cried hysterically.
- Why..why..why. Why does God always play with my emotions?