Didn't I sleep in the guest room yesterday? Why am I here?
Your brain is still not working well, haven't figured it out yet?
Faye also looked at her.
Same as last night when he went to the guest room, half-naked on top, wearing pure cotton pajama pants at the bottom, tall and slim, with a firm chest and distinct muscles.
Tessa, who had no resistance to his body, blinked her eyes.
She asked, "Weren't you in the guest room?"
Faye responded lightly, "I came here to freshen up."
As he approached, Tessa noticed the faint dark circles under Faye's eyes, feeling a bit uncomfortable, but then thought it was Faye's own doing, instantly suppressing that little bit of softness.
If it's inflicted by heaven, there is a way out.
If it's self-inflicted, there's no way out!
You tricked me, so of course, you have to sleep in the guest room.
