Watching Summer Fairmont's swift comings and goings, Artie Vaughn was momentarily at a loss for words to describe his feelings.
Why is it that besides having a Lolita face and a devilish figure, she has no other talents?
Why does she always fail more than she succeeds? Is that idiom custom-made just for her?
Mom powerfully managed to help whisk away the boy Artie suddenly started daydreaming about back home in the past two days.
And without a word, she directly arranged for him to be "in bed."
Such a prime opportunity, so close to him in proximity.
She, the Devilish Lolita who charges forward like the sun, couldn't even complete the simple task of delivering porridge to the room herself.
Simply too wronged!
Usually, whenever The Pouting Siren felt even a little wronged, she could cry on Summer Fairmont, who never pampered her.
Today, after enduring such a big grievance, she couldn't show it.
