She Is Serious, She Doesn't Want Him Anymore
In the exclusive restroom of Ninth Prince, Lora Sharp had been here several times before, each time with a different mood.
She glanced at the royal totem symbol and stepped inside, while Nine Smith quickly walked to the bar counter, cheerfully asking, "Lora, what would you like to drink? Milk or fruit tea? Cold or hot?"
"Marcus Wood, let's get a divorce," Lora Sharp said.
Marcus Wood, holding a transparent glass, blinked her beautiful eyes for a moment, and the next moment, the glass fell to the ground with a sound.
In her dazzling Klein blue eyes, tears instantly welled up.
"Lora, why do you want to divorce me? Did I do something wrong?"
Nine Smith clenched his fists, standing there with his nine fluffy fox tails drooping behind him.
He knew that Lora Sharp liked his tails very much, so when they were alone, he would show his fluffy tails.
Lora Sharp lowered her eyes, looking at the deep red carpet, avoiding the Klein blue gaze.