chapter 44 Toxic dysmenorrhea, who is responsible?

Wearing a bathrobe, with a slit on the chest, the ravine is looming, and a pair of big beautiful legs are white and crisp, as beautiful as gelatin.

Standing there with a smile on her face, she looked like the hostess of this place!

"Why are you here?!"Christian West was shocked by her appearance. No wonder the door to the room was open. It turned out to be her here.

I still remember that she said that the keys were given to her, and this villa would be hers from...