I covered him with a thin quilt and adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner.

"Does your stomach still hurt?"

"Um."

"You have a good rest, it won't hurt when you fall asleep."

He looked at me, "What are you doing?"

"Go home..." I answered innocently.

I don't think you are still in the mood to have the energy to do bed exercise with me now.

He seemed very angry, and suddenly sat up and yelled at me, "What the hell are you always anxious about?!"

I subconsciously closed my eyes, waiting for him to say something even worse or slap me.

But I waited for a long time, but he didn't follow up, just stared at me.

I have to admit that his eyes are big, bright, and beautiful.

Then he leaned against the head of the bed and lit a cigarette, took a sip, and looked ahead in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Am I angry with him again?

"Are you afraid of me?" he suddenly spoke.

Nonsense, who is not afraid of you!

I blinked and wondered how to answer so as not to make him angry, "Well..., aren't you afraid?"

He looked at his reaction while talking.

He turned his head to look at me, maybe not looking at me, and murmured, "Am I scary..."

I don't know if he was asking me, but his expression was very lonely.

Loneliness? Will people like him be lonely? Why? Is it really too cold to be high?

I don't know, but I know my heart suddenly softened.

"Well, stop smoking, it's bad for your stomach."

He pressed the cigarette to eliminate the cigarette, took out a card from the bedside table and handed it to me.

"There is some money in this card, you can take it first. The last time plus this time is all included, and it will be the same every time in the future."

Only then did I realize that it had been so long since the last time that I had forgotten the last time that I had confiscated the money.

I was a little overwhelmed. Every time in the future, what does it mean? He planned to come to me often in the future, cook or take a bath. The night is not a housekeeping company.

Besides, don’t men like new things? Isn’t it better to be with different women every time?

After saying this, he lay down and "slept." He turned off the bedside lights and the bedroom was immediately dark.

The black night gave me black eyes, but I used it to roll my eyes.

I said I was confused. I didn't know if I should leave or stay.

Later I lay down on the other side of the bed.

That was the first time I spent the night on his territory.
Chapter completed!