When Henry finished sweeping the floor and looked up, he saw a girl curled up in a chair as if she was asleep.
Henry took the basket and broom to the door.
Then he walked back to Monique and sat down next to her.
He stretched out his slender fingers with distinct joints and pushed away the hair scattered on her forehead, revealing her smooth forehead.
She buried her entire face in her legs.
She curled up like a child abandoned by the whole world.
It made people feel inexplicably distressed.
Henry gently rubbed Monique's soft hair.
He sighed softly.
Just now, he wanted to stay with her for a little longer and forgot that she might be tired.
At work, he was in a sweeping manner.
However, as Gu Linbei said, her emotional intelligence was really -110.
Henry really wanted to stay with her longer.
In particular, she was asleep now, quiet and obedient.
However, Henry still got up and bowed to pick up the sleeping woman.
She hugged herself tightly.
"Does she always hold herself like this?"
Henry frowned slightly.
He reached out and pulled her hand away.
Then he took her into his arms.
Henry held Monique in his arms.
Her palm-sized face leaned against his shoulder, her brows tightly furrowed.
Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were tightly shut, and her pink lips were tightly closed.
Her tender and delicate face was red.
It was unknow whether she was hot or shy.
Then he saw a red blood stain on her pink and tender nose.
Thinking of her back view when she ran away, the corners of Henry's mouth unconsciously curved into a happy smile.
Did she run away in such a hurry just now because she saw his naked body, so shy that her nose bled?
Although she had denied it, Henry felt that this was the truth.
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