chapter 147 bad boy

On Saturday morning, when Mikhail Tarasov got up, Arina West had already prepared a sumptuous breakfast, including a heart-shaped fried egg.

While eating, Mikhail Tarasov would occasionally glance at the woman who was also eating quietly.

Under such circumstances, who would have thought that Arina West would be so cold and icy at school;

Who would have thought that such a delicate woman like Arina West actually knew martial arts.

After getting along like...