She silently lifted her head, looking at the "big mosquito" that had bitten her.
Then, with a sly twinkle in her eye, she stroked Harry's head and said, "Good job, I'll wait for you to take revenge for me!"
"..." Chester Yale's dark eyes flashed slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
"Evelyn, King Harry is full now. Tell me where you slept last night, I'm going to catch that mosquito!" Harry wiped his mouth clean and looked excitedly at Evelyn Sherman.
"The little princess wants to go too!"
Evelyn Sherman: "..." Where I slept last night, such an awkward topic.
A passionate scene that Evelyn Sherman had just managed to forget suddenly flew back into her mind.
She no longer had the courage to look up at Chester Yale...
"Butler, take the young master and young lady upstairs to our bedroom to catch mosquitoes," Chester Yale, who had been silently sipping his wine, instructed indifferently before Evelyn Sherman could say a word.
Evelyn Sherman: "..." What?!
