Chapter 217

Drinking the chicken soup, Ava Smith felt very satisfied "Can I sleep in your room tonight?" Allen Peterson drank a mouthful of chicken soup. Hearing Ava Smith's words, he choked directly and coughed continuously. Did he hear it wrong? "You... Cough... What did you say?" Ava Smith's face showed a blush of shame: "don't get me wrong. My room once has a man died here. I dare not sleep alone. At night, you'd better behave well, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." Allen Peterson showed a look of disappointment. He thought winter was going to pass? He didn't expect it was just for this reason. At night, Allen Peterson took Ava Smith in his arms and fell asleep. The next morning, when Allen Peterson woke up, Ava Smith was gone, and the fragrance still seemed to remain on the bedding. After a simple wash, Allen Peterson went out of the house. He was going to send the seal of Wu'tan Jun to the old Chu today. If he didn't believe it, he would send it as soon as possible. Coincid