Tiptoe—like, like a kitten who is a thief, Alice ran out with her hands over her chest, opened the closet, and wanted to find a pajamas to put on. As a result, except for a few white shirts and suits Any clothes.
Shirts and suits are indeed his standard.
With no choice, Alice grabbed a white shirt and put it on his body. He was tall, and he wore a shirt on her body. He could cover his hips, his sleeves were long and he could perform, but she just put on her clothes. The door to the outside room was opened, scaring her to cover her shirt with her hands and tighten, glaring at the man who opened the door.
When Maxwell looked forward, she saw that her large white shirt covered her exquisite figure, and she became more and more petite, like a little girl sneaking into an adult's clothes, bu
