Is The Poor, Long-Suffering Saintess Getting Cling-Cling-Cling-Clung To By That Blond Brat Again?

Chapter 37: I Really, Really Want to See What Miss Aililan Looks Like

The starry night sang like a melody. Theresa lay on her bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She used to think that she would spend her whole life rotting…