Athach didn’t say anything, but just looked at Conlin and smiled.
There was a softness in her heart. She was thinking that this was Conlin.
Conlin looked at Athach and asked:”Are you going to expose her?”
Athach putted down her phone: “Not necessarily. Sometimes it’s good to beat her.”
She doesn’t know how much preparation Freda has done, but since Freda dares to pretend to replace all the identities of Amber, she must have perfect preparation.
Now, she rashly debunked it, which undoubtedly brought her own danger.
Instead of exposing it now, it’s better for her to use her new identity to defeat the one replaced by Freda.
Beat herself?
It’s ridiculous to think about it.
Conlin looked at Athach curiously, but she didn’t say much, so he naturally didn’t ask more questions.
Conlin just said: “No matter what you do, the Greef family and I will fully support you.”
I’m yours, the Greef family’s property, and naturally yours, all at your disposal.
Tanya angrily left the Greef family and told Freda what Athach had said.
It was not until the evening that Tanya received the message from Freda.
Freda told her to leave this matter alone. Anyway, it was a good thing for people who imitate paintings to auction for charity.
Tanya felt that her teacher was too kind.
Freda said she didn’t care, but Tanya made a decision in her mind that Athach must pay the price.
……
Pinson brought medicine to Athach.
Athach used it all night and finally made a medicine that could relieve Conlin’s disease.
She took the medicine to Conlin: “One pill a day, although it can’t cure the poison, but as long as you don’t get angry, these medicines can delay your life for a year.”
Conlin looked at her: “Don’t get angry?”
He sniffed: “You used lovely words.”
She should say he’s not crazy, right?
However, Conlin couldn’t control himself.
Athach: “Cut the crap. Eat it.”
As for whether he will get sick, it also depends on the degree of stimulation.
Conlin took the medicine and threw it directly into his mouth.
Only in the entrance, the bitter taste of medicine spread in Conlin’s mouth, so bitter that he doubted life.
Athach was about to pour water for him, but she was pulled by Conlin by the wrist, and the whole person crashed into his arms.
Before she looked up, Conlin had bowed his head and kissed her. He also pried open her lips and teeth, robbing her of her sweetness.
Athach only felt that her mouth was full of bitter drug taste, and his domineering and autocratic male smell.
She struggled, and Conlin kissed her deeper, trying to swallow her into the belly.
Until the bitter smell of medicine in his mouth disappeared, leaving only her sweet.
Conlin just let go of Athach, raised his hand and gently caressed her red lips. His hoarse voice said: “The medicine is too bitter, so I need to eat something sweet.”
His hoarse voice was a restrained desire.
Athach’s lips were red and she gasped slightly. The whole person was soft in his arms. She looked at him grumpily: “Prepare sugar for Mr. Greef next time.”
Her mouth, it’s not sugar, nor sweet.
Conlin squinted at her and said: “Well, I’ll take medicine only after you are around.”
Athach: …
Doesn’t he know that his kissing skills are poor?
Every time he kissed her; he would hurt her.
Athach lifted her eyes and looked at Conlin’s lower lip, which was a little broken, and then blushed.
She’s not a good kisser either. She bit him just now.
Conlin looked at her face and was in a happy mood: “What are you thinking?”
Athach looked up at him and blurted out:”You’re a terrible kisser … mmm.”