C277 Ato Pick the Softest One
Seeing Morgana hold Cello Everett in such high regard,
Ato felt as sour as if he had bitten into a lemon.
Cello Everett merely offered a slight smile.
He was indifferent.
He, Cello Everett, needed no one's admiration.
Yet, the more aloof he was...
"The more thrilled I become!"
Morgana playfully stuck out her pink tongue, licking her lips with a greedy fervor
