"How did you get out?"

The man's dark eyes were accusatory, but his words were soft and soft, and when he saw the snow falling on her hair, he raised his hand to brush it away for her.

"It's noon, and you haven't come back yet, and the slave is worried, so she comes out and waits for you." She lifted her face, her eyes sparkling, staring at him.

Noon?

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Chapter 27 of "The Lady Disobeys": It's too scoundrel It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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