His eyes were drunken, and he didn't even realize Jasmine Yale had come in.
"Meow—" Sweet Kitty called out in distress.
Who is this person?
Sweet Kitty turned its eyes and saw Jasmine Yale!
It looked at Jasmine Yale for help!
Jasmine Yale was truly furious, her immaculately clean room had been turned into a mess.
She walked over, stepping on the carpet, "Why are you in my house?"
The man lifted his charming eyes, without a shred of decency, "Your house? What's yours is mine."
"I'm not discussing this with you, just get out now, get out!" Jasmine Yale reached out to pull him, "You've dirtied my bed, made my pillow reek of alcohol, and you've touched my Sweet Kitty!"
"Sweet Kitty?" Sylvan Cheney refused to let go, cuddling the little thing in his arms, "It's more well-behaved than you."
"Get up, will you!" Jasmine Yale couldn't drag him.
A fine layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.
