As if he had expected her to say this a long time ago, Waylon said unhurriedly, "I have sent someone to clear your luggage and hang it in the closet."

Alena didn't believe him. She opened the closet and looked at it. Who owned the clothes hanging in it?

"What else do I need? I'll get someone to buy it right away." Waylon smiled but moved closer to her, "Or, do you want me to wash your body?"

Alena's face became red, and even her round and small earlobes were flushed.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't want your help!" She reached out and pushed the man out,...