The prefabricated house is not big, and once Quenn squeezed in, it seemed even more cramped.
Cara stared stiffly at the man in front of her. When she was particularly embarrassed, she was often like a fool who didn't know what to do, just like now.
Cara laughed dryly again and said: "Mr. Quenn, is there anything else?"
The smile on Quenn's face gradually subsided, he sighed softly, and asked her: "Are you hiding from me?"
"No, It's just getting late, I'm really sleepy." She yawned after she finished speaking, "I really need to rest, Mr. Quenn, it's really not good for you, a big man, to stay in my room."
He looked pale. He was a little more serious, and asked her, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Cara shook her head, "No."
Cara felt that her attitude was very clear, and calle
