Constantine Stewart came with the guide for the meetup, even Desmond Wood, who usually had little regard for Constantine Stewart, couldn't help but feel a hint of goodwill towards him.
This godforsaken place where chickens don't lay eggs and birds don't poop, meeting anyone feels like encountering family.
Desmond Wood was about to call Constantine Stewart to carry the backpack full of water bottles when he saw the elegant and handsome man reach out to close the camera door, directly shutting off the filming camera. Then, with a stern expression, he stepped forward, pinned Chloe Winston against the tree while she was still collecting birch sap, and fiercely kissed her slightly chapped thin lips, his large hand cupping the back of her head, kissing with force, mixed with a sense of shock and anger, and a taste of reprimand.
