Chapter 110: Michael Wilson, GoodnightIn the other room, Adele Young returned to her room. She walked around the room twice and went to the bathroom with her pajamas.
After taking a shower, he came out of the bathroom, walked to the carpet in front of the glass tea table, sat down, took out the pen from the middle of the book, held it in his hand, and stared at the book.
She didn't blow on her long hair, nor did she wrap it with a dry hair towel. She simply wiped it a few times with a towel.
Her wet hair hung in front of her and her back, and the unsullied water dripped from the roots of her hair to the tips of her hair. The pajamas on Adele Young's chest and the cloth on her back were wet soon.
Adele Young didn't care. Her eyes were fixed on the book, and there were strict lines carve
