Okay, this was another time the talks collapsed.
Kevin sometimes really wished that they could be separated so that they would not torture each other. Why bother? He pointed in the direction of the door and said, "...out."
Mark felt like a thorn in his heart, feeling bored, irritable, and uncomfortable. He picked up the wine just poured and drank it all in one gulp, the wine stains moistening the corners of his lips. He raised his hand to wipe it off and sneered. He continued to pour wine for him, and he continued to drink.
Kevin sat on the armrest of the sofa, swaying the toes of his shoes, "Brother, why don't you chase her out and have a look? What should I do if something happens to Isla?"
You can still sit here calmly and calmly.
Or you'd better leave.
But he did not dare to say this.
