"Isabella Weaver, I'd recognize you even if you turned to ashes!"
"You're drunk, you've got the wrong person."
Harry Hunter picked her up onto his lap, his fingers brushing her cheek, leaving a layer of powder: "I'm not drunk, wipe all this nonsense off your face!"
"Young Master Hunter, is my makeup not pretty?"
Harry suddenly recalled that she had said the same thing before, his arms tightened around her, but he said, "Looks like a ghost, it's hideous."
"Harry Hunter! Are you calling me ugly? Say that again!!"
Harry suddenly lowered his head and kissed her.
Jeremy Duff's eyes almost popped out of his head!
Young Master Hunter's taste is really intense!
Kissing so seriously even with a face like a ghost!
Connor suddenly turned his head and whispered, "What are you looking at? Can't you see my Young Master and Young Madam are getting cozy? Close your eyes!"
Jeremy, afraid of Connor's strong combat prowess, instinctively closed his eyes.
