Eleanor’s Peak of Life and Death Chapter 152

The proprietress had just unbolted the door, yawned, and stretched lazily, ready to do business. She was half asleep when she suddenly saw a tall and handsome man standing at the door of her shop in the bright morning light. He was obviously imposing and upright like a pine tree, and he should be equipped with a sword or a knife. He walked through the street in a cold and aloof manner, ignoring everyone.

But this handsome man just smiled, with faint dimples on his cheeks and thick and gentle eyelashes.

In his arms, he was holding a bamboo basket. In the basket were no spiritual stones or magic scrolls, but a basket of fresh fruits and vegetables. The apples were bright red, the radishes were plump white, and the lettuce had lush green leaves sticking out, with dewdrops on them that were crystal clear.

Against his handsome face.

The proprietress froze in the middle of a yawn, staring blankly at the scene of iron-bloodedness and tenderness before her, blinking her eyes, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.