Chapter 79: Pile of ashes

After I completed the task, Brian also closed his eyes and slept, occupying my bed.

I have to admit that he has a very baby face when he sleeps. A love assassin with a baby face.

If I hadn't lived with him for three years and been tormented by him, I would have thought he was a very naive guy.

“The old wolf in sheep's clothing. If I put this wolf in a pot and stew it for seven days and seven nights, it probably won't be soft.”

I sighed, pulled the blanket up to cover him, turned down the fan, turned off the light, took my coat, and went to the sofa to lie down.

I didn't have any spare pillows or blankets, so I had to use a coat to cover myself.

All night long, I kept tossing and turning, unable to sleep. When will he and I completely end? How can we be happy if we keep tormenting each other and haunting each other's lives?

I thought what happened this morning had ended this troubled love affair, but now he came again.

What are you thinking, Brian?

I don't know when I fell asleep. When