"See you tonight, Palmer."

Burlogo smiled at Palmer, opened the door and left.

The door slammed shut, and the reverberating sound echoed in Palmer's ears like the hammer of a judge's trial.

There was a rustling sound behind him, and Palmer turned his head stiffly. After Boluogo left, Vosilin and Palmer were alone again, and she simply stopped pretending.

With a sly smile on her face, she held Palmer's head in her arms, gently comforting and suffocating her throat, all in a single thought of Wosselin.

"What did you whisper to him just now?"

"nothing."

Palmer shook his head vigorously, scolding Boluogo in his heart.

No matter what Palmer and others say, it's hard for everyone to believe that Vosilin, who seems so aloof, would do such extreme things to herself. In fact, sometimes Palmer himself can't believe it.

Palmer often wanted to expose Vosilin's disguise, but this guy was too vigilant. Only when he was alone with him would he turn into a flash flood, which drowned Palmer until he almost suffocated.

Woxilin took a deep look at Palmer and let go of him, "Okay, I'll trust you once."

Sitting on the sofa, Wosilin patted the cushion next to her. Palmer walked over knowingly and sat next to Vosilin.

The cool aroma lingered on the tip of her nose, and in the corner of her vision, Vosilin's beautiful face came into her eyes. She raised her slender thighs and pressed them unceremoniously on Palmer's legs.

Others might have imagined it, but when Palmer thought about the guy next to him, who could throw himself several meters away while laughing wildly, Palmer had no thoughts at all. He just prayed that Wo Xilin would not act like this again.

Tie yourself up in a strange way.

"Speaking of which, do you have any recommendations?" Wosilin asked.

"What do you mean?"

Palmer was extremely worried.

"Movie."

Woxilin pointed to the shelf she had just organized, on which a large number of video tapes were neatly placed.

"I haven't watched many movies yet. Do you have any recommendations for a newcomer like me?"

When talking about his hobbies, Palmer became less nervous and talked more.

"Oh oh oh, well, I think we can watch some family-friendly comedies first."

Palmer pushed away Wosilin's legs, walked quickly to the shelf, carefully selected several video tapes and placed them in front of Wosilin for her to choose.

Woxilin also carefully screened and selected this one.

"Hold on!"

"Okay," Wosselin didn't know what Palmer was going to do, so she got up and went to his bedroom, "I just want to change some clothes, this one is too restrictive."

Staying perfect is not an easy task.

Watching a movie is a very ritualistic thing. Palmer dug out a few bags of potato chips and poured two glasses of orange juice. He drew the curtains and the room became dark.

Sitting back on the sofa, the smile on Palmer's face gradually disappeared.

"Wait a minute, what am I doing?" Palmer said in hindsight.

Before Palmer could figure out what he was feeling, Vosilin also changed her clothes and walked out of his room. Palmer looked at Vosilin as if he had seen a ghost.

Wosselin put on Palmer's clothes, a pure black short-sleeved shirt with the band's print on the chest. She lowered her head and glanced down.

"Do you like this band very much? All the pictures in your wardrobe are like this."

Palmer nodded stiffly.

Vosilin asked again, "Is it interesting?"

"Not bad... Do you want to know more about it?" When talking about his hobbies, Palmer couldn't control his missionary behavior.

"Of course, aren't I already understanding?"

Vosilin said as she picked up a bag of potato chips, tore open the package and ate it.

Palmer stared blankly at Vosilin, thinking that others would not believe that Vosilin had that sick side, nor would they believe that Vosilin, who always demanded perfection from herself, would have such a casual side.
Chapter completed!