Marlene lay upright in bed.
What was this for?
Tristan followed and lay down. The man's sense of existence was terrible, and he even gave an order, "Hold me."
"..."
What the fuck!
Marlene silently moved to the side, but her hand was forcibly caught by the man.
"Little lunatic, you are so troublesome that you can't understand anything."
Tristan scolded and her, and then pulled her arm as his pillow.
Then he crouched up and lay on his side in her direction, with a long leg directly across her.
"..."
Didn't hug me if you felt it troublesome.
Looking at his wild and presumptuous posture like a child, Marlene felt speechless in her heart.
His sleeping posture was really...
When his sister died, he was just a little fool, right?
"Sister, our father came to see me today."
The man suddenly stared at her and opened his mouth. The voice of sarcasm and mockery came out from his throat. "How ridiculous it is! He asked me to give him money to fool around with women. I'm his son!"
"..."
The man relied on her. "Now I still leave a manor for him to live in. If he goes on like this, I will drive him out to beg, OK?"
He said that as if he were saying something very usual.
The father asked money from the son to fool around women. What kind of family was this?
"When you left, I was 9 years old, and I couldn't give you anything. Now I am 25 years old, and I have everything, but I still can't give you anything."
The man suddenly smiled wryly, and his eyes become dim, which looked no longer frivolous and cold-blooded.
Marlene listened with no expression.
Although she didn't know what happened, she just felt a pity.
But anyway, could he stop pressing her so hard?
She felt that she was going to be squashed by his long legs.
"Sister, you patted me as when we were young." The man ordered.
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