As soon as he saw me crouching in front of the room, he frowned and asked me.
"What are you doing here, brother?"
"You forgot to take out your keys this morning," I whispered, turning around and smiling, which must have been a lie.
Forgot what? It's in my wallet. The key is locked, not unlocked. Otherwise, the child will want to know how I locked the room this morning. As for why I lied. . .
Hehe, I'm going to sleep in his room. The plan was intimate and sneaky, sneaky, not to let him know, and then ordered by him not to sneak, was a beautiful fish.
Tarn looked at me for a moment, then muttered to himself.
"What a fool, goldfish. Forget something, forget the key to the room, so late, the landlord won't give me the key. Now it's time for the locksmith to close the door, too."
Forget
