The light penetrated into the room from the window and sprinkled on Mordred’s back, seeming to coat him with a faint golden light, the smile on the corner of his mouth, and the firm belief in his eyes, made Mourinho in that moment. Believe him, but only for a moment. massaladesi The first one to rush over was Marcelo. This Brazilian seemed to be filled with restlessness forever. Sniffing the tempting aroma of vegetables on the table, he couldn't help but grab a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs. The sweetness and sourness filled his nose, and Marcelo, who didn't taste much, was about to come again, and Mordred clapped his hands.