“Have you taken my Lafite for a booze?” Scott Everwood hummed.
Quinn Marsden shook his head and leaned on Scott Everwood’s neck and said, “In addition to preparing gifts for Grandpa, I have prepared for you …”
“Who told you to say it now?” Scott Everwood hugged her, but slowed down, because he felt that after drinking this thing, he couldn’t hide any secrets in his stomach.
Go slower and ask her many questions.
“But I don’t tell you … what is it.”
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