The living room is very quiet.
The man looked down at her lazy and **** appearance, his fingers landed on her delicate and white cheeks, his fingertips lightly hooked.
Cassidy’s eyelashes trembled, she hurriedly looked away, and walked to the sofa: “…I’m going to start doing things!”
Rowan glanced at his lost hand, rubbed his fingers without saying anything, and walked over to her with his long legs.
The voice was low and soft and smiled: “Well, my brother is with you.”
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