Chapter 137 Drench My Hands With Your Squirt

• Dante walked into the living room, two bags in each of his hands. Mireille had barely brought anything, insisting that she had everything she needed already.
• Dante had forced her to pick the few things she eventually bought but he was glad that she was fine and not worried about what had happened the previous night.
• He read through her best and so he was sure that him being around her took her mind off the incident.