Chapitre 90: A Private Detective

"I'm not trying to find an excuse. I'm really tired."

The kneeling position just now made her knees still hurt a little, as well as the numbness and itchiness.

Moreover, there were already red marks on her snow-white knees. If she wasn't wrong, the red marks tomorrow would turn into a bluish-purple color.

From tomorrow onwards, until the day the marks disappeared, she would have to wear a long dress and not a short one.

At this thought, Jocelyn's face turned pale.

However, in Aren's eyes, her expression was one of blatant disobedience, which made his expression especially ugly.

However, he did not stop thinking about continuing. It was only fair that whoever started the fire would extinguish it.

Aren, who had successfully convinced himself to ignore Jocelyn's attempts to stop him, stuck his hot stick into her bush again.