Chapter 158

Sara thought for a moment and said casually, "pink."

Hank was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Sara, you still remember that uncle likes pink."

Sara: "."

At this time, it would be great if a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and killed her.

Fortunately, Hank didn't say anything more. Sara's wardrobe had been moved to his room. Hank opened the drawer to find the target and knocked on the door. Sara hesitantly opened a crack in the door like a vigilant little squirrel. Hank handed the things in his hand to her and said, "Take them by yourself."

The man's slender and well-proportioned fingers were slightly closed, and he grabbed a very tender pink ball. Sara didn't even look at it at all. He directly grabbed it and quickly closed the door.

Sara put on his bathrobe in a hurry and suddenly realized something-since Hank had embarrassed him so much that he helped to take his underwear, why didn't he take his pajamas with him?