C175 Chapter 175

Alice said as she put the breakfast tray on the low cabinet on the bedside table and bent down to pick up those strips of clothes.

The Lita from the blanket was even more embarrassed. Her small face was burning hot. How could she face Alice? Lita could only pretend to be timid to the extreme, curling her body tightly up in the blanket like an ostrich.

In fact, she really wanted to say: Alice