The green onion was shoved entirely into the ground.
Hexuno walked away with a dark face, muttering that redemption wasn't deserved, the Saint Heir was right, deserved to go to Hell.
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June 21st.
Dark Saintess Manor, living room.
Wayne picked up a cup of black tea, blew on the steam, and took a sip.
Philomena was too weak, couldn't keep up at all, even with Anastasia and Vizi covering, the decline couldn't be reversed.
Now she's in the master bedroom catching up on sleep, she'll probably sleep till the afternoon.
"Bo-boss, can you please drink your tea properly?" Vizi once again brushed off the hand on her butt.
"What's there to be afraid of, there's no outsider here." Wayne put down the black tea, grabbed Vizi's hand and pulled her into his arms.
Sukra: "..."
Why is there no one around, such a huge salted fish here!
Vizi sat on Wayne's lap, her hands against Wayne's chest, her ice-cold face blushing red, she looked stunning.
