Thomas Fisher's meaning was so explicit, how could Alice Turner not hear it? Damn man! He wore her out all night, and now wants her to stay with him for two days; her poor back has been completely wrecked by him.
"Alice! After we eat our fill, let's roll together."
Thomas Fisher deliberately misinterpreted Alice Turner's words, leaned over to give her a peck on the cheek, and quickly retreated to the edge of the bed before she could explode.
Picking up his phone from the bedside, he started calling for takeout.
Alice Turner wished she could kick the man sitting at the edge of the bed, but at this moment her legs were too sore and weak, she simply didn't have the strength.
She shot an annoyed glare at the smug man, then lay back on the bed, turned her back to him, and ignored the man sitting at the edge of the bed.
After finishing the call, Thomas Fisher lifted the blanket and lay down beside Alice Turner, reached over and enveloped her in his embrace, "Really mad? Hm?"
