"Let's go take a look together!" Lorraine stopped a carriage, pulled La Traviata into it, and loudly ordered, "Catch up with the carriage in front!"

"Hello, there are thirty-two silver coins in total."

"Keep the change, please!"

Throwing a gold coin to the coachman, the brown-haired woman helped Downton go upstairs. She couldn't help it anymore and secretly touched his waist. The heat and warmth from his skin made him almost moan.

"Where is this?"

The wine was getting stronger, and Downton felt a little dazed.

"Home!"

The brown-haired woman explained vaguely, opened the door of a room in the corridor on the third floor, and after putting Downton on the bed, she climbed on him and couldn't wait to give him a long kiss.

"Um!"

Downton frowned and pushed the brown-haired woman's cheek away.

"Do you dislike the strong smell of perfume on me?"

The brown-haired woman sniffed her armpits, hesitated, and then walked to the bathroom, "Forget it, the night is long anyway, so it's not too late. It would be terrible if he has a bad impression of me."

The brown-haired woman was going to give Downton a wonderful night that would make him obsessed with her and never forget her again, so she had to put on her pajamas and dress up carefully.

The shower head was turned on, and hot water poured down on the brown-haired woman. She didn't notice that a pool of slimy creatures squeezed in from the ventilation hole.

Its body had no outline or facial features. It was just kneaded from a ball of black mud. After rising from the ground, it suddenly shot out dense tentacles and pierced into the brown-haired woman's body.

"Ah, that woman is indeed a liar!"

After asking about the room where the brown-haired woman lived, Margaret ran out, raised her head to observe, and suddenly noticed that there was a black shadow on the window of the bathroom, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Why do you say that?"

Lorraine asked.

"Downton is drunk, so he definitely can't take a shower, so this must be the woman and her accomplices hiding in the bathroom, planning how to harm the adults!"

The Lady of the Camellias swears by her vows.

"I think you are more suitable to be a writer than me. What a great idea!"

Lorraine curled her lips. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!