chapter 164 be late

Man at Thirty Text While I was admiring the gorgeous rose, An Anne Boyle had already walked out of the bedroom, neatly dressed. She also noticed the blood-red spot on the sofa cushion, and her face turned redder than the rose on the sofa. She came to my side, turned my body over, and said shyly, "Don't look at it, you're already late, go to work!" "Why are you still shy? This is not something shameful." "Oh! Stop talking and go to work. I'll clean up later." "Don't clean it up, just...