Indeed, she had said that she was going to sweep the floor in her room.
Henry let go of Monique and walked to his room.
He walked very slowly and looked at Monique from the corner of his eye.
Monique muttered in his heart, "Evil man!"
She still followed Henry sincerely.
Henry watched as Monique followed her and walked into her room with satisfaction.
Just when it was at the turn.
When Henry looked back, she saw Monique walking toward the stairs.
His tall and straight body froze there, and his handsome eyes suddenly darkened.
There seemed to be sadness in his dark and bottomless black eyes.
Was she going to escape to the Little Nomi room?
He did intend to stay with her for a while longer.
"Does she really not want to be with me like this?"
In fact, he just wanted to send her back to her room.
She insisted on cleaning the glass for him. He thought that he could stay with her for a little longer, so he agreed.
If she didn't like it, she could say it out directly. In fact, there was no need to do that.
Monique had just taken a step behind Henry when she thought that there must be nothing like a broom in Henry's room to sweep the glass.
When she just walked over, she saw a broom and a basket at the stairs.
Then she trotted over to get it.
She didn't know how much she had been imagined by the man behind her.
She just felt a chill on her back.
Monique took the broom with her fair and slender hand and walked back with the basket.
Under the soft night light, her palm-sized face was delicate and beautiful.
Her long and thin eyebrows were like small crescent moon.
Her thick and long eyelashes were like lovely and soft feathers. Her pair of big black and bright eyes were like a pair of gems.
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