"Well?" Similli noticed the girl sitting in the chair. He shook his eyebrows. "What's the matter? You two come out without servants. Nersa, who asked you to bring your little slave in bed to my house? And what's that in your arms? " The old man frowned. "You are getting worse every day."

"she's not a slave. Pay attention to your mouth. I'll tear down your house!" Nielsha was a little angry, thick necked.

"that's what we're here for, Simmy." "This is a friend of mine. In the next few days, I hope she can live here with you and help me take care of her."

"what? Did I hear...