LAUREANA knew coming with Adonis here is a disaster. It’s been a minute but she can’t build a f*****g fire. Her hands got already burn with the lighter and the plastic bag she had used because it got trickle on her skin—just to build a fire
And when she finally did it, she put the fish into the saucepan and she almost reached her limit when this time, it’s the oil got splashed not only on her hand, but on also on her face. For sure it would leave mark on her flawless skin.
“Damn it!” She angrily said and stormed out. She don’t f*****g care if she didn’t finished cooking. First, the f*****g knife, second the plastic bag and the lighter and now, the oil. She’d had enough already! Now she’s really regretting that she come with Adonis here. This is hell!
Laurea
