A sense of ceremony?
Fucking sense of ceremony, isn't this a good sense of ceremony right now?
This man really knows how to kill the mood. Suri Drew immediately lost her interest.
Seeing her angry, Yigol Novak said helplessly: "Fine, let's just continue with that then."
Suri directly kicked him: "Get lost! From now on, no, from this moment on, I don't know you."
"Hehe, my dear, shall I go cook instead?" Yigol asked cautiously.
"What does it have to do with me what you want to do? Just do whatever you want, just don't let me see you." Suri angrily tried to kick him again.
Yigol, sensing the danger, quickly escaped and said: "Alright, my dear."
At this point, he dared not pit himself against Suri. He had finally waited for this chance to consummate their relationship. If he offended her again with his big mouth, it would be troublesome.
