However, having so much alcohol, he still couldn't get himself drunk. The memory of his slapping Sherman after her miscarriage kept swirling in his mind!
On the other side...
In Lanechett...
Sherman got up early. It was a rare opportunity for her to take a trip. She wasn't going to sleep through it. She turned on her computer and looked up tourist attractions near Lanechett.
Actually, most people come to Lanechett for shopping. Not many people go to tourist attractions.
After searching a while on the Internet, she felt that Manne Harbour and Bourge Street looked interesting.
While she was still browsing the web, Kingsley got up. He only had the white pajamas on his body.
Sherman was concentrated on the computer, so she didn't notice him. Walking over, Kingsley wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. His thin jaw rested on her shoulder. Smelling the scent of her hair, he asked, "What are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for the most classic tourist route in Lanechett..." She replied.
Kingsley's thick eyebrows were raised slightly. His firm chest heaved. He said, "I think I would make a very good guide in terms of what you are looking for..."
After thinking about it, a smile came upon the corners of Sherman's mouth, "Yeah. You will be a good guide, and you are free. You're perfect..."
"So what do you think of it?" The smile on Kingsley's lips was gentle.
After a few seconds of thought, Sherman nodded her head in agreement.
"There are so many things you can choose here. You can choose from the first row." Sherman pointed to the first row.
The items in the first row were all on discount. The price was more suitable. And the ones in the back were all expensive.
"I want to give you the best one to show my heart for you..."
Sherman shook her head, "The best one is too expensive, but it is not necessarily the one I like. If you want to buy me a gift, no matter what it is, as long as it is from you, I'll like it. It doesn't matter if it's expensive or not. It's whether I like it or not that counts."
"That sounds reasonable..." Kingsley blinked his gentle eyes and watched her head hang low, her hair slipping down her shoulders, with a serious look on her face, searching through the pile of trinkets for her favorite.
"Don't you see my intention?" Sherman's head tilted slightly, "I'm saving you money. No matter how much money you have, they didn't come for free. You worked hard to earn them. Now, do you think I'm a thrifty woman?"
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