The night in September had a gentle, intoxicating breeze.
Pullan stood a meter away with his arms crossed, not moving an inch. He was as straight as a lamppost, his whole body exuding a fierce aura that made passersby hesitate to look in their direction.
But who knew that this tough guy was internally screaming like a gopher?
Ah, ah, ah, they kissed, they kissed. Did they finally kiss?
Second Master is awesome, Second Master is mighty!
The two people at the center of the storm were immersed in the intoxicating autumn breeze of September. It took a moment for Abigail Green to recover from the dizziness just now. Her peach blossom eyes were misted with a layer of watery shine, and her voice was somewhat hoarse. "Is... is it enough?"
