Isabella Lindsey was about to be driven to the point of spitting blood by him, like waves of wheat, evoking a delicate fragrance.
Julian Johnsons gazed intently, clear water, clear water, repeatedly, the ellipsis of clear water... clear water is really delicious...
"Julian Johnsons, you go—"
The word "die".
Hovered at Isabella Lindsey's lips, yet she couldn't say it...
Even though she was never one to be pretentious.
At this moment, she couldn't find an effective way to retaliate against him, clear water, clear water, repeatedly, the ellipsis of clear water... clear water is really delicious... demeanor fully revealed.
It was the first time Julian Johnsons saw her express such a deeply feminine side, natural and genuine, with a kind of adorable clumsiness.
Even a bit like Clarissa.
Would rather self-harm than curse him to die...
If this isn't love, what is it?
