As she spoke, Monica's amber eyes began to flicker gently. Her long lashes fluttered like a fan.
The lighting in the dining room was very dim. Her thick curly eyelashes cast two furry shadows under her eyelids, making her extremely charming.
The God's Assistant wanted to refuse, but he deliberately kept a distance from her.
But before he could finish his sentence, Monica suddenly said, "George, you're so petty. You don't allow me to go to your place. You don't even allow me to visit the company, right? We grew up together. How dare you treat me like this?"
Monica's voice was filled with reproach. There was also a hint of coquetry in her tone.
Hearing that she had been playing since she was a child, the Head of Heaven finally couldn't say anything to refuse her. He slightly raised the
