Waylon has been in shopping malls for a long time, and he can be described as a master of concealing his expression.

Alena could not see any trace of lying in his eyes, but there was an illusion that she had really wronged him.

As long as she thought that she was sleepwalking and crawling into bed, she kicked Waylon down indiscriminately. She couldn't help feeling panicked. Two blushes rose on her cheeks, "Sorry, I... I don't know, I didn't kick it on purpose. You went down."

"Ouch..." Waylon yelled after turning his eyes, clutching his arm.

Hearing this, Alena hurriedly walked to him and looked at him anxiously, "What's...