C216 It Was Me Wasn't It Who Had Been Picking up the Mess

They just looked like each other because of their superfluous blood ties.

Lowering her eyes, she turned on the light.

Behind him, the man who loved the darkness was completely silent. His overly beautiful and exquisite face was exposed to the light, causing him to be extremely eye-catching.

He sat on the sofa and stared at the woman undressed by the door, legs crossed, staring at her