Try's gaze automatically interpreted by Meow as: If you don't take advantage of such a big opportunity in front of you, are you stupid?
Meow silently nodded, biting her finger, whimpering, it seemed the nutrition from her meals really hadn't reached her brain.
Try glanced casually, the paper had handwritten English on it, the handwriting was good but very sloppy, revealing the writer's inner tension.
First rule: Don't touch me during the day.
Second rule: Don't touch me at night.
Rule 109: Don't touch me at any time!
The other person didn't speak, Meow sneaked a glance at his chest, lean and strong, with fair skin shining coldly, really like jade carving, she wanted so much to feel the texture.
Good looks, long legs, great body.
Meow swallowed her saliva, it seemed... if they really got married, she should be the one benefitting.
Should she consider it?
Just like Marta said, handsome, rich, everything's perfect, ideal candidate for a prince charming.
