Layla Vidali's head is full of black lines: "Damian Desmond, what are you doing?"
A Damian Desmond who has always focused on image is at this moment still wearing last night's clothes, now wrinkled, wrinkled, messy hair, impatiently said: "Layla Vidali, come down for me! If there's something to find you! Hurry up!"
Layla Vidali headache, sigh. She knew right away that this "good guy" knew that she was here as if something had happened, and ran to the window early in the morning...
"Jump straight down here, quick! What the f**k are you pretending to be!" Damian Desmond was in a hurry to his ass.
Layla Vidali did not say anything, smiled a little, put her hand on the window sill, and jumped.
Damian Desmond immediately raised his hand to pull her around a few times to make sure she didn'
