Eleanor's POV

 

I was stabbed by the light, closed my eyes, and looked at the door again. Logan stood there and looked at us in shock.

I thought I should be ugly at that time Logan saw me. Just imagine that this man took my clothes off. He could only pull the blanket next to me to cover his upper body. He still rode on me. When he saw Logan coming in, he smiled indifferently, and even greeted him as if no one else was there, "Logan, you're finally here."

Logan looked at me, and I found his eyes red. 'What does Logan think of me now?'

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