"What happen? Is your performance in front of my parents good?" Kaya Jones spoke sweetly, still acting very immersed.
“For now.”
Michelle Mackenzie put her hands on the railing, looked up at the bright moonlight, and seemed to be in a very good mood. Normally, he looked familiar in his neat clothes, at this time his black shirt with unbuttoned front buttons had a few more liberal and indifferent parts.
Kaya Jones stood behind observing his leaning figure, approached and clutched his stomach and grimaced:
"Did you give me so much food just now to try to make me fat?"
Michelle Mackenzie curled her lips and smiled at her:
"Not necessarily. I feel like you should take care of your health a bit, didn't you faint once outside last time?"