The ink was dry, and Carter put away the manuscript paper.
Eliza blinked her big eyes, looking eagerly, like a little milk cat who had been hungry for several days found a delicious dried fish that had been dried on the balcony.
“Wait, why didn’t I take the initiative to help him organize the manuscript paper? Then can I read it openly?”
Eliza clenched his small fist and knocked on his forehead in annoyance, so stupid.
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