Tay lên hông, cô đưa anh một ánh mắt nheo mắt. Di chuyển.
Hands on hips, she cast him a narrowed-eye gaze. “Move.”“You’re not leaving.”“And you’re not stopping me.
Lia Davis, Death’s Storm
Tay lên hông, cô đưa anh một ánh mắt nheo mắt. Di chuyển.
Hands on hips, she cast him a narrowed-eye gaze. “Move.”“You’re not leaving.”“And you’re not stopping me.
Lia Davis, Death’s Storm