Chapter one hundred and ninety-fourth the story of Kinsley

"I'm fine." Aria crouched down and picked up the books scattered on the ground one by one. "Let me help you!" "No, senior." Aria put the books away, turned to Lucas as if nothing had happened and said, "Senior, don't you have to go to work in the afternoon?" Lucas knows the meaning of this sentence. Take off the apron on your chest. "Then I'll go back first and you have a good rest." "Yes." After Lucas left, Aria put the books he picked up in order and began to clean the living room. On the floor of the living room, fragmentary paper bags lay quietly on the floor. When Grayson came just now, he was carrying the bag in his hand. Aria bent down and slowly picked it up. In the bag, there was hot food, still steaming... Aria's tears fell uncontrollably. Even breathing hurts. Where he can't see it, it's rampant...- Aria's tears were still hanging on his face when Riley called. Riley spoke politely on the phone, with a hint of sadness. Riley said, "Aria, the sea is so beautif