"No, it's not just immersed in honey, it's like living in a dream every night! Bradley has such a good figure, he should also be great in bed, right."
Madeline raised an eyebrow, teasing with her arms crossed.
Upon hearing this, Freya Lawson blushed deeply, clenched her fists and slammed them towards her chest, " Madeline, stop making fun of me. Bradley is coming now, what should I do?"
"What else can you do? Go home with him and be his woman!"
Freya Lawson: "..." What kind of friend did she make, to push her into the fire pit.
.....
Shangri-La.
Bradley took a final drag of his cigarette, stubbed it out in the crystal ashtray, and stood up from the sofa.
"Bro, as your brother, I feel it's necessary to remind you, with this injury, you need at least ten days to half a month to recov
