“…Yes, I’m sorry…”
There was the wind whistling in her ears, and Avery, who was **** with her dirty arms and calves, was carried by Owen on her back. Her voice seemed to be floating in the wind.
Owen’s running pace never slowed down for a moment. He ran and smiled: “Is there anything to apologize? It’s not Miss Avery’s fault. Strictly speaking, it’s those people who have nothing to look for.” Seeing the black hair The black-eyed Eastern woman shouted that the devil would burn her to death, which was ridiculous. It was a pity that he arrived late, and Miss Avery was tied to the cross. If she could arrive earlier, she would definitely not be hurt.
As a man, how can a beautiful lady be harmed?
Avery closed his eyes, and Owen ran a long and fast leg, and soon drove the chaser a long distance away, and they could easily get rid of the opponent by running like this.
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