When Elliot finished, it was still quite lively outside.
Yvonne was sitting on the sofa, with Elliot clothes under her.
However, she was definitely couldn't wear her own dress.
Yvonne swayed her slender white legs. "Come on, tell me, how can I go out?"
Elliot was standing at the window smoking a cigarette without turning around. "Pete will be sending clothes later."
Yvonne nodded. "All right, thanks to him."
The dress was on the ground. Yvonne picked it up with bare feet, shook it and looked at it carefully.
It indeed couldn't be worn anymore.
After thinking for a while, she twisted it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
She went back to the sofa and took out her phone.
The man on the plane had sent her a message asking what she was doing.
Yvonne looked at it and found
