Valentine Teller quickly grabbed the railing beside her to steady herself, composed herself, wiped the tears from her face, and walked step by step to the bedroom.
She needed rest, as if she had just gone through an intense battle, her strength severely depleted, sweat covering her body tightly.
Lying on the bed, she didn't want to move.
There was always a feeling of being driven into a corner, and she was very afraid of this feeling.
A chill seeped from the bottom of her heart, and she pulled the quilt tightly around herself, but still felt cold. Her body trembled, even her teeth chattered.
Forcing herself to close her eyes, she tried not to think about that demon disturbing her peace.
Mark Reed drove all the way to "Heaven and Earth," where his childhood friend Eluard Jack was already waiting.
Tonight's mood was just right for indulgence. It's good to be alive!
The private room was full of men and women, and as soon as Mark Reed walked in, he became the focus.
