After being stunned for a while, Myra suddenly burst into laughter. "I'm sorry... I'm used to it."
Archer didn't care about it at all. He accepted it very well.
Every time she had a stomachache, she would eat gruel and he would eat meat.
They all knew that he didn't abuse her on purpose. It was because she had a stomachache and couldn't bear it, and there was no need for others to have the same light food with her.
Besides, men always eat a lot. How could they be full with gruel?
Both she and Archer knew this point, so she wouldn't blame him, but in fact, there was a fluctuation in her heart.
But she had digested it and told herself not to be
p on the steering wheel and said word by word in a low voice, "And then?"
Myra turned her face and stared at him with her dark eyes.
Kian turned his head and looked at her, as if she wanted to confirm something and then make a decision.
The blood vessels around his temples were throbbing violently. He parked the car on the side of the road and looked at her with a frown.
At this moment, it seemed that he was waiting for the judgment, and eighty percent of probability was sentenced to death.
He didn't like this feeling.
But she was Myra, the woman he wanted, so he chose to be patient.
"Say something," he endured the uneasiness and said.