The staff's words made Riley Sully instantly sober up. She struggled to break free from his embrace: "Shane Winchester, how are you?"
Shane Winchester was somewhat dissatisfied, still longing for her warmth.
These few years, he always felt very cold, and it was as if only when he held her in his arms did he feel this world was warm, and a person's body temperature was hot.
Riley Sully hurriedly circled around behind him, her gaze falling on his back, her chest aching.
The originally clean and new shirt at this moment was pressed with traces of dust, and in the midst, a point of blood red blossomed. The area is not large, but it's gradually spreading. It must be injured...
"This gentleman, we at the supermarket will be fully responsible for this incident. All your medical expenses will be covered by us. If you have any other requests..."
