C22 You Are My Mrs. Carrell, Not a Broken Shoe

After a long time, Harlan finally opened the door and saw that the two of them had already fallen asleep. Perhaps it was because the weather was a little hot, but the woman’s fair and slender legs were lying on the blanket.

Darren, on the other hand, was sleeping soundly in her arms.

He walked over and covered the blanket for them. He lowered his head and kissed the corner of Renee’s lips