10 Bruno's concubine

“怎么这么问？你吃醋了？”Bruno反问她， Lizzie looked at him and sighed, "Just my luck." Reluctantly, she helped him put on his shirt, her delicate fingertips brushing against his firm skin. She squinted and fumbled with the buttons, her fingers trembling slightly. Finally, she finished buttoning the shirt.

"Done," she said, quickly retreating to the bathroom. The door was locked a second later.

Lizzie stood in front of the bathroom mirror, patting her face and washing it as quickly as possible. When she emerged, she found Bruno already dressed and sitting on the couch. She grabbed a soft yellow dress from the closet and changed in the bathroom.

"Um, aren't you going downstairs?" Lizzie asked, standing in front of Bruno. She felt a little scared in the unfamiliar home.

Bruno put down the financial magazine he was reading. "Let's go!"

Lizzie picked up her backpack from the couch and caught Bruno's arm as he was about to walk out the door. "Cold... Yan."

Bruno turned to look at her. "What's the matter?"