Nolan looked down at her arrogant appearance, couldn’t help but hooked his lips, K!ssed her face, and whispered, “Yes, Lord Queen.”
He hugged her and got up, walked to the master bedroom, and then put her down on the bed.
Blair raised his chin slightly, shook his feet, and instructed him lazily, “I’m going to wash, the floor in the bathroom is very cold, please help me get the indoor slippers.”
Nolan, “…”
He looked at her sitting on the edge of the bed, the woman who moved her shoulders and muscles freely. It was a bit funny. Except for her, no one in this world dared to use this kind of natural tone to make him.
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