Chapter 839
- In the morning, Makenzie supported her dizzy head and sat up. She looked at herself in annoyance, as if her last memory was on the sofa in the hall. Why was she sleeping in a room?
- Needless to say, her brother must have carried her back to her room! Makenzie's beautiful face was inexplicably slightly red, and she was a little embarrassed.
- Damn it, she definitely can't drink like this next time.