Chapter 42. Be well-behaved

Athach suddenly sensed him, and her little face suddenly burned up. She hit him in the chest with her elbow: "Conlin , be quiet, or I'll leave you alone." Conlin's voice was hoarse: "I am restless, but I can't help it." Athach was ashamed and annoyed: "You ..." Conlin moved back a little, pulled the quilt again, and stuffed a little between them, which cut off this embarrassment. Done, he leaned in her ear and coaxed her, "Not angry, huh?" Hot air sprayed on Athach's ears, crisp and numb, and it was hoarse with restraint, like hooking a small hook to the heart of Athach. She lowered her eyes: "Go to sleep quickly." After a sleepless night, Conlin was really sleepy. Smelling the fragrance of her body, he soon fell asleep. Athach knew that herself was a personal pillow, which made him sleep well, so she didn't leave. Athach took the mobile phone, edited the text message and sent it out. Soon, there was a reply over there. [Master! You came to Rochester? Really? Really? Really