When she woke up, what she saw when she opened her eyes was a ray of light coming through the
slightly opened curtain, which was reminding her that she had already left the glass room on the roof.
The man slept peacefully next to her. She gently moved his arms around her waist and sat up. When
she got out of bed, she leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips. Just then, she was pulled back to
the bed.
Alan was awake, but his eyes remained closed. He muttered, "You kissed me secretly?"
His voice was lazy and hoarse, tickling her eardrum.
Olive chuckled and recoiled. Her sleepiness was gone, "No, I kissed you aboveboard."
"Why don't you sleep longer." Alan squinted, reached out, and took the phone by the bedside to check
the time, "It's only nine o'clock. Let's go on sleeping."
He was too busy before and was always racing with time. It was really comfortable to sleep with his
beloved woman in his arms.
No wonder the ancients said that the night of rendezvous was always too short.
Olive snuggled up in his arms. She could continue to sleep, but she was holding her pee. She drank
too much red wine last night.
"Alan, I want to go to the bathroom."
Slowly letting go of her, Alan turned over and hugged the pillow, "Hurry up."
"I'm not going to run away." Olive laughed and got out of bed, and ran into the bathroom quickly. If it
weren't for her pee, she probably wouldn't wake up.
After sitting on the toilet, she emptied her bladder and breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she jumped onto the bed and lay prone on Alan's back, "Honey..."
"Huh?"
"Nothing, I just want to call you."
"You can call me that a few more times."
"Will you be easier to be convinced if I do that?"
"Maybe."
"If I want you to do something bad someday, wouldn't it be effective?" Olive got close to his neck and
played with his earlobes.
It was said that people with big ears were smart and blessed, but she didn't know if there was any
basis for that. His ears seemed to be a little bit bigger than those of ordinary people, and his ear shape
was pretty good.
Well, he looked pretty all over.
The corners of Alan's lips rose slightly, "Why? You want to do something bad? Tell me about it."
"I haven't come up with it yet, but maybe someday you'll do it for me." Olive grinned.
Alan buried his face in the pillow and laughed, "You don't have the makings to do anything bad. What
kind of bad trick can you come up with?"
"Maybe not bad tricks, but some dirty tricks."
"Then I'll wait for that. Now, be good and sleep with me for a little longer."
No wonder people always said that they didn't want to wake up when they were drowning in
tenderness. He became one of them.
Olive nestled in his arms, and smiled softly, "Mr. Hoyle, you are becoming lazy."
"Because you made me."
"Oh, are you trying to blame me? Humph!" Her nasal voice rose slightly.
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