Chapter 81: The Red Little Donkey
Julia Land leaned on the steering wheel and laughed lightly, "I bought it while getting something for Thomas Sullivan."
Her words almost crippled her waist.
Men can be so petty sometimes.
The next morning, she woke up early, excited to buy a mini electric scooter.
James Thompson, with his eyes closed, raised his hand and stretched his arm across, holding down Julia, who was trying to get up.
"Sleep a little more."
He said lazily with his eyes still closed.
The woman who kept begging him to stop last night because she thought she was dying seemed even more lively than him today.
James would never admit that he had overexerted himself, and his back had gone soft.
With his strong arms holding her waist, Julia couldn’t get up; she turned around to face James.
She just looked at him, not calling for anyone.