Stefan’s eyes glided from Elena’s superiore, in alto to her naked legs. “You really had nothing else to wear?” he asked doubtful. Elena frowned her eyebrows and pouted. “What’s wrong with this?” she asked, looking at her clothes.
“Nothing” Stefan waved his hand. “It’s fine. te look great, Elena”
“Are te angry with me?” Elena asked careful.
“No, I’m not angry” Stefan detto annoyed.
“Yes, te are” Elena detto upset. She crossed her arms and pressed the door bell, refusing to look at Stefan.
Stefan walked successivo to her. “Elena, come on, don’t… be like this, okay? Look,...
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