Chapter 87 What Are You Crying For? Did I scold you?
The figure in the darkness remained motionless.
Could it be that he fell asleep?
She walked over lightly, wanting to pat Nancy to wake her up, but when she reached her, she raised her little hand, but before she reached it, she trembled and stayed in mid-air.
Not Nancy.
It's Steven Hawk.
With his back to the entrance, he just sat quietly in the dark corner of the living room, just cut off from the light. At this moment, his hands were hanging on both sides of the armrest of the sofa, his long legs were raised, and he raised a pair of dark eyes to stare at her who came back late. say.
The faint light sprinkled on the thin mask on his face, giving off a cool look.
"Uncle, you scared me to death, can't you make a noise..." Melissa Sam recovered.
The man's thin lips curved slightly, "You are so courageous, how can you still be scared to death?"
"...You are not waiting for me, are you?"