The wife of a promin

Her brows were like new moons, especially those eyes that rippled like water, with a chill at the corners.,"What did you do to my bed" he exclaimed, a spray of water droplets scattering from his freshly washed hair.,Luckily, he had bought that magical glue at the time and also picked up a few bottles of special reagents, otherwise his stylish short hair wouldn't have stayed put.。