"Why do you and I know each other?" Damian Desmond's gaze darted back and forth between the two, the more he saw it, the more wrong it was, but he couldn't figure out where the mistake was.
"It's too long to say..." Layla Vidali stroked her forehead wearily, these words were said to Damian Desmond as well as to Andrew Friedle.
Damian Desmond was full of questions, but afraid that Andrew Friedle was still standing there, he was afraid to open his mouth to ask.
The girl also exudes a pleasant scent from just taking a bath, her long, smooth white legs swaying under the T-shirt, one hand is still trying to cover the big hole in the shirt, such an image. Indeed, it made people's blood boil, but just thinking about her wearing this form in another man's house, Andrew Friedle had a kind of emo
