And they were more than willing to be broken.
Seeing Yannick Luther's indignant expression, Denver Lancaster shook his head and chuckled.
"Cousin, is Ashton here?" A sweet, curious voice suddenly sounded from behind Yannick Luther.
Yannick turned his head to look at the girl behind him.
The one who spoke was his cousin Wendy Arden, who was sixteen years old and had come to his house to play during the winter vacation.
The young girl was pretty and adorable, like a budding flower.
Among all his cousins, Wendy was Yannick's favorite.
Deep down, Yannick was fond of girls with a cute appearance who resembled a loli.
Therefore, he had a bit more affection for his cute cousin Wendy, who looked like a loli.
That was also the reason why he brought her along when he went out.
"Hmm, yes, that's him," Yannick smiled. "You still remember him, huh?"
Wendy paused for a moment, recalling some images with a hint of shyness in her eyes, and gently nodded: "Yeah, I remember."
