At this moment, the **** man who was talking about her righteously had just walked out of the cloakroom.
The tie hung on the neck, not tied yet.
His eyes fell on Alana’s back.
Because she was applying concealer, she put her waist-length hair freely behind her head, exposing a thin swan neck.
Originally, the red and purple traces were under Alana’s skillful hands…
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