"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.

as soon as he saw her. He plodded on with a gloomy face until he reached her side. "What do you

the door," Emily

at her before returning to the

door was closed, Emily lunged forward and threw her arms around his neck. "Brother Sullivan,

pulled out a wet disinfectant tissue from his pocket and carefully wiped his hands. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt

hatred of her from his

a virus? Or was she

disinfect himself at her

maintain a serene and calm aura on her exterior mostly, she felt like a terrible storm was brewing inside her. "So... I want you to make

Mom and Dad about

Tom chided in

me?" A smug expression

and could normally perform in his sexual life, he did not want

you dare

go down and tell Mom and Dad now...

she bumped him with her elbow and pretended to

threw her to

through her veins, blurring

she recollected herself in the very next

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