Moly Harris never sleepwalks.
She blushed and turned to look at him: “You…”
“I’m an injured person.” Danniel Blake turned to look at her, her voice clear and cold.
Moly Harris has never been in the same bed with a man. The bitter aura on his body is too strong, and the powerful aura makes her arrogant.
She pursed her lips nervously, pulled off the quilt to get up and get out of bed, but unexpectedly, she was grabbed by the wrist by the man next to her.
Danniel Blake’s gaze fell on her face, and there was a trace of inquiry in his eyes: “Why are your hands so white and your face so yellow?”
Moly Harris retracted her hand in shock, and said lowly: “Natural.”
Then he jumped out of bed like a rabbit and went to the bathroom.
Behind him, Danniel Blake’s eyes were full of interest.
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