Previous chapter:
Chapter 124: Simple Pleasures
Next chapter:
Chapter 126: The Black Market Informant
PREVIEW
... watched Ovelia out of the corner of my eye. Every few steps, a stray lock of her long, blonde hair would escape and drift toward her face, threatening to dip into the remains of her puto bumbong. She would make a soft, frustrated sound and tuck it behind her ear with her free hand, only for it to slip free again moments later. The repetitive, unconscious gesture was a small, endearing battle she was losing.
From a nearby stall, a flash of polished metal caught my eye. It was a stall sell ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE






















