Early in the morning, Amanda woke up dreamily and discovered a pair of gentle eyes looking at her without blinking.
She momentarily forgot to react and stared at him, the hot memories of last night rushing back again.“Was I dreaming when he said those words or were they real?”
Amanda silently swallowed her saliva, spitting on his lack of future eight hundred times.
She tried to force a smile and moved her body out of Quentin's chest.
"I'm going to wash my face…”
But Quentin had no intention of letting her go, he turned over and pressed on her, very happy to see her expression as if she had seen a ghost.
"Do you want to run away after eating?"
Amanda rolled her eyes at him, the problem is who eats who?
"Uncle, let me go!"
She struggled to push him away, but unfortunately she couldn
