Chapter 85 You're A Really Bad Boy, Marcello
- Angel.
- I watched Marcello go down the hallway to my bedroom. I loved the way he was always so obedient and didn't need to be instructed twice.
- Sniffing my armpits, I groaned in disgust. I smelt like a sewer and I couldn't even begin to imagine how Marcello had been so comfortable in my arms just a few minutes before. Wasn't he repulsed by the smell?