The entrance, living room, kitchen, and bedroom. Although Solan has not returned here for five years, the room is still in order, but it is inevitable to remove the towels and toilet paper. But even the spare towels are wrapped in fresh bags and arranged neatly in the cabinets filled with camphor balls. You can imagine how conscientious the custodian is on weekdays.

The dock is divided into two floors, a total of 2,000 square feet, and has four bedrooms, so there is absolutely room for Arya to live in.

Carrying the phone that kept ringing, Solan walked into the master bedroom on his left. He even had no time to review the layout of the room. He sat on the bed and connected the phone.

"So you still know how to answer the phone."

A magnetic and slightly hoarse intellectual female voice rang: "Soran, you're here at Seattle at noon, why didn't you think about hanging up the phone?"

Before Solan's butt was warm, he quickly got up and closed the door tightly to prevent the girl downstairs from hearing the sound on the phone.

"I'm so sorry, Nina, as you said, I'm almost busy all day today. Are you in the school dormitory now? Is it hard to study these days?"

The second voice was not heard across the street, and Nina was also hanging up the phone in a secluded space: "It's in the dormitory. Selman honestly just arranged the intensive reading of "Gone with Gone" and I am now staying up late to study hard... I won't talk about me anymore. Have you thought about where to rent a house? It's rare that you can finally get out of the East Coast, but I'm so busy that I can't make time..."

Solan sat on the bed, his eyes quickly scanning the bedroom. The surface of the desk was empty, just like the floor, the top floor of the bookcase, the bed sheets and the bathroom floor, and was spotless. The bookcase was filled with more than a hundred books in multiple languages, all of which were arranged according to the Dewey Decimal Book Classification Method, which is a typical rigorous style of science.

"Uh... it doesn't matter. It's okay. You major in British literature. You have a lot of books to read every day. I don't have to worry about it. I will make up for a night in the hotel tonight and start looking for an agent tomorrow. Is it not my place to stay in Seattle like a big city?"

"Hehe... that's up to you. But I really don't have much time here in the short term. The third grade is much scarier than the second grade. It may be all spent on weekends. Otherwise, you can come to the school library to find me directly on this weekend, and I will introduce you to my friends in the university to you."

When Nina said this, Solan listened with a slight ear. It seemed that there was no best friend around her who was eavesdropping. This was not like the atmosphere that girls' dormitory should have, and the library definitely couldn't make phone calls. Could it be that she, like herself, had just found a private space temporarily?

"That's great, but I don't want to know any boys in advance." Solan made a threatening statement: "If I knew that there was a group of hormone-filled quarterbacks wandering around my girlfriend... Huh, my midnight snack tonight was too rich! Huhhhhhhh..."

"Die you!" Nina laughed and scolded.

After chatting for a while, Solan checked the time and it was time to end the call. His girlfriend had a course to attend tomorrow morning, and he had a lot of things to do. So he didn't chat much and quickly hung up the phone.

This time, Arya had finished her meat steak. Solan quickly walked downstairs and saw the girl sitting honestly at the table. She should have heard the phone call upstairs, or had guessed the identity of the caller just now, but she still didn't say a word, just looking at Solan with inquiry.

"Okay, that's my girlfriend."

Solan gave a simple explanation, but when he saw Arya glaring, as if he was about to eat the person on the other end of the phone. Did he suddenly hear that the adopted person had a member, so the cells all over his body were very upset?

He knocked on the table and snapped his fingers: "So I heard it clearly, girl, that's my girlfriend! Even if you go to kindergarten to catch children, I can ignore it, but my girlfriend, don't blame me for not warning you. If you dare to attack her, I will eat you in the opposite way!"

Of course, zombies don't eat zombies, but threats are threats. However, Arya Kloro is definitely not someone who can be scared by a word. She stood up with a bang, glared at Solan angrily, and still didn't say anything. She shook her brown leather jacket and even knocked down the high-end dining chair.

Solan raised his eyebrows. It seemed that he had really brought a troublesome sperm home.

He didn't say much. Looking at Arya's angry face and the pouting look, he raised his palm and simply gestured horizontally on the top of her forehead.

Just now, her chest was lower than the lower position and could not be higher. As a zombie girl about thirteen years old, she is so petite and delicate in her life.

"Here, do you see, the child should listen to the parents. Whether you call me brother, father, or Uncle Tom from my hometown in Virginia, since you live in my hut, you must listen to me, understand!"

Arya is really not stupid at all.

Although he is not old at the age of thirteen, he is much more sensible than he is eight.

Of course she knew that she was voluntarily adopted by an adult zombie and the other party had just given her a dinner.

She did not scream in anger, nor did she attack Solan anymore. She just held her small body high, as if highlighting the two budding mountains. Her huge light brown eyes stared at Solan like a mortal enemy, and her nostrils kept whimpering and breathing.

Solan was not afraid that she would get fucked again, even though the girl was amazingly strong.

Then Arya did not say anything anymore, but just hummed a sound from her nose. From beginning to end, there was still no word. She walked up the stairs with a fierce pace.

Solan shouted below: "Go upstairs and turn right to the bedroom at the end, that's for you! Hello, wait!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped into the bedroom first, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the second floor.

The room was naturally empty, and the huge double bed was enough to sleep with three eighth-grade girls.

Patting Arya's stubborn and raised little head, Solan walked into the bathroom, turned on the water heater, unpacked the packaged towels and bath towels, took out the shampoo and shower gel, and finally threw a pair of large plastic slippers at the door.

"Here, these are all yours."

Finally, after the work was completed, Solan let Arya stay here alone, turned around and went back to her room. The girl finally looked like a stinky face that was owed money. Although she did not make trouble for others, she really made the little girl's character extremely. As long as she thought that she would have to take on such a trouble-making guardian for a while in the future, Solan was very upset.

Especially he knew that this matter could not be kept hidden from Nina forever.

There are only 10,000 reasons, and not many twenty-one-year-old college students will be willing to meet an adopted daughter from heaven, especially if their boyfriend decides first.

Solan thought about it carefully. In fact, if Nina changed Arya's gender to a male, she wouldn't be happy. She would have to endure it even if she was happy. After all, she was a pretty little boy.

But since she is now a her, not a him, she naturally can only tolerate her and cannot be happy with him.

Solan lay on the big bed in the master bedroom, looking up at the ceiling of a unique chandelier. Third-person pronouns in various languages ​​kept passing by his mind, especially the nouns pronunciations such as Chinese, which made people feel dizzy. I was afraid I would have insomnia tonight, so with this idea, sleepiness began to gradually come, and he eventually fell asleep.

Time passes by little by little.

In the dark bedroom, there was only a slender girl with a strong limbs lying on the double bed. The moonlight shone on her wheat-colored skin, and her dark brown hair rippled in her ears, but there was no regular ups and downs on her chest, and there was only a deadly stable state.

Arya suddenly opened her eyes as an extra bright moonlight swept towards her head.

Her blood-red eyes and orange-yellow vertical pupils sat up like a bounce.

No matter how quiet the night was, there was a faint sound. She turned her head slightly and made a tilt to listen.

This action just made her face facing the curtains. The gaps exposed not only the moonlight, but also the view outside the window. I also knew that the latch of the window must be inside the house.

Listening to the faint voices that must have existed, Arya sniffed after about ten seconds.
Chapter completed!