Eden was sighing in her heart, “Well, it’s her!” Dorian had already walked up, put the back of her hand on her forehead, and tried her body temperature: “The fever has gone, why is she still not sober?”
Eden: “…”
“Do you remember what happened last night?” Dorian looked at her and asked.
As an unclean and beautiful girl, Eden read a lot of yellow waste from his ambiguous words in an instant.
She took a deep breath and held her face, no way, no way, she won’t give her brother Dorian stronger last night, right?
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