Damn it!
Charles Northwood, hurry and go back!
Tara Jameson looked anxious, then turned into a face ready to cry but unable to shed tears.
"Tara, auntie, uncle."
Although this is just a backward Village, the moonlight does not favor any particular place.
He walked against the moonlight; the specks of light shining on him made hearts flutter.
It was as if he had walked out of a painting; his unique charm made people blush and their hearts race.
A person like this, no matter how you look at him, is not simple.
"Who are you?"
Tara's mom looked at the young man walking over, immediately knowing he was no ordinary person.
"I'm..."
Charles Northwood really didn't know how to introduce himself, is he Tara Jameson's boyfriend?
No, they've broken up already, haven't they?
Is he Tara Jameson's professor?
No way, he still hopes to become the boyfriend, and where would you find a professor running to a student's Hometown at night?
