Chapitre 118: CHAPTER 118

In the autumn night, the coolness is getting heavier.

The wind blew through the window, Kendall sneezed and got up to close the window.

Just as the window was closed, she had a black suit jacket on her shoulders, and the jacket smelled of Damien.

She turned to see Damien coming.

"Why did you wake up?" Kendall was a little surprised.

She was already very light-footed, afraid of alarming Damien.

"Insomnia." Damien summed it up briefly, put the notebook in front of him, squinted at Kendall, and said in a slightly cold tone, "Your hand is only a few days old, so you want to train with weights, right?"

This idiot really doesn't know how to treat herself preferentially.

Kendall was taken aback by the words, and tried to refute something, but was interrupted by Damien.

"Tell me about the plot." Damien browsed through her previous plots.

"The protagonist has just smelted iron…" Kendall said her follow-up plot.