Chapter 362

Holding Stacy in his arms, Harry went upstairs and entered the room.

Stacy was in a deep sleep and there was no trace of waking up at all. Harry put her on the bed. In a daze, she seemed to know that she was lying on the bed. She turned over and lay in the quilt. Harry frowned and bent down to see her.

She tilted her head and her palm-sized face was as white as a porcelain.

Her eyelashes were long enough to cast a shadow on the ground.

Her lips were red without a word, which was indescribably seductive.

He lowered his head to peck her lips, but they were suddenly touched. Stacy's eyebrows were wrinkled, and she snorted. "Oh..."

In a daze, she opened her eyes and saw Harry's face, which was close at hand, and she felt sleepy. She was not sober, and her strength was not strong. Instead, she seemed to be flirting with him. "I'm sleepy."

His voice was a voice that had just woken up from sleep. It was soft, soft, and could not be described as a temp