"Are you sure you're not going to tell Xyla about it?" Ron Batton asked.

"Please don't let her know," Stanley Batton mumbled.

Ron managed a curt nod, then patted Stanley's shoulder.

***

Meanwhile, something unusual was about to happen at the Sullivan family's house.

Emily Quest was sitting in front of the dressing table, earnestly applying her favorite lipstick.

Her lips were bright red, matching very well with her heavy makeup and her black straight hair. She looked demonically flirtatious in that red, short silk halter dress.

Knock knock knock...

Someone was knocking at the door.

Smirking, Emily casually wiped the overdrawn lipstick off the corner of her lips and stole a glance at the door through the mirror. "Come in..."

Soon, the door was pushed open.

on with a gloomy face until he reached her side. "What do you

door," Emily

glowered coldly at her before returning to the

arms around his neck. "Brother Sullivan, these few days are

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Or was she some

to disinfect himself at her

and calm aura on her exterior mostly, she felt like a

Dad about

chided in

A smug expression was

had now overcome his psychological fear of women after the treatment and could normally perform in his sexual life, he

dare

down and tell Mom and

bumped him with her elbow and pretended

her to the ground recklessly. "Emily!

pulsed through her

recollected herself in

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