Seeing that bowl was almost washed away by her, Finn couldn’t help but interrupted her. “What do you think?”
“Ah?” Watching the liver jump, Evelyn only felt that the soul was scared, and the bowl in his hand fell into the pot, but it was not broken.
Finn embraced her hands and leaned against the pot table. She frowned and looked at her with a funny look. “Is it so small?” These days, she was very cheerful and lively, and thought she was brave.
Evelyn’s hand slammed into the heart of the thump, and he looked at him like a ghost.
“What are you doing?” She glared at her round eyes and tried to ask him in the dialect of the place to give herself a sigh of relief.
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