Vomit... Did she vomit? Wouldn't it be spit on Shawn? Thinking of this, Isla's back felt a chill, and she spits on Shawn's furious temper.
Hiss-- She took a deep breath. Can her life be saved? Thinking of this, her speed of changing clothes was extremely slow, and she didn't want to go out after washing. After Sophie urged her repeatedly, she reluctantly went downstairs...
Downstairs.
As soon as she looked up, she saw Shawn looking at her coldly. She felt guilty when she met Shawn's gaze.
"Good morning..." she greeted him as naturally as possible, but she didn't know that she smiled silly because of her guilty conscience.
"Ok." He saw her smile and responded lightly, but it sent chills down his spine. After observing for a while, she saw that although his face was dark, it wasn't too
