"Is it because the closer the day when I leave, the crazier I became?”
How could he stand at the door?
Although that was what Monique thought, she could not help but walk to the door.
She leaned against the door and listened to the noise at the door.
It was quiet at the door.
However, she could clearly hear the sound of her phone.
His hand was injured today, so it was inconvenient for him to take a shower.
Would he touch the wound?
Why didn't she think of it?
Was he standing at the door asking for his help?
But he was embarrassed?
She didn't seem to treat him very well today.
Was he too embarrassed to ask her for help?
Monique couldn't help but gently open the door.
She poked her head out and looked at the door with her bright almond-shaped eyes.
There was no one at the door.
Monique's beating heart finally calmed down a little.
A dim look flashed across her beautiful almond-shaped eyes.
“That's right. How could he be guarding her door?”
What followed was the worry she had for him just now.
His gauze was stained with some shrimp juice when he was cutting shrimp, and he didn't change it at night.
Monique opened the door directly and walked out.
She stood at her door and hesitated for a while.
She quietly walked to the door of Henry's room and wanted to lie down at the door to hear what was going on inside.
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