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"That's about it. That's it…"
With a creak, the wooden door of the small house was pushed open. Angel Rose, who was wrapped tightly in her robe, walked out panting.
She seemed to have gone through an intense exercise. Her forehead was covered in sweat, and her eyes were covered in a layer of mist. As an Astral Projection, her hair was tightly stuck to her forehead, and many parts of her robe were wet.
It was different from the situation when she first entered.
When Rose came out, there was a black collar around her neck.
Her expression was twisted in pain. When she walked out of the house, her head was constantly lowered, as if she was deeply blaming herself.
Matthew followed her out.
His face was filled with delight and satisfaction.
Rose's mouth was still quite tough. In order to make her speak obediently, Matthew had to use a little scheme.
He wasn't very proficient in punishment.