"William?" Lydia Collins's face became more and more ugly, and his voice couldn't help but increase a few minutes.

William Bryan glanced at her and said with a blank face, "I won't sing."

"But don't you like hot springs either?" Lydia Collins bit his lip.

"No." William Bryan said faintly, "Hot spring health."

Say that finish, he walked gracefully, slowly into the pool.

Lydia Collins: "…"

She glared at Charlee Ford bitterly, and finally chose to leave the ...