chapter 78 he is my man

Ishmael Kearns drove an old Buick smoothly through the neon-lit rivers and seas, with the evening breeze blowing. From time to time, he turned his head to admire Valencia peerless appearance, with a smile on his lips.

"Ishmael, drive well." A blush Valencia face, and his voice was crisp and shy, but also full of happiness.

"Um."

Ishmael Kearns originally wanted to say a few flirty words, but gave it up after thinking about it. He failed to win Anima's order and faced...