The Whip of the God of Basketball

When Leon cleaned the living room in about 20 minutes, Khomeinis realized that this guy might really have the talent to be a cleaner.

Leon also discovered this himself, and he even thought that if he really went to the Celtics as a cleaner, then he would definitely be the best cleaner in the NBA...

After cutting off this useless idea, Leon helped clean the refrigerator again, and made a few sandwiches with the dry bread, cheese, chicken thigh and lettuce in the refrigerator, and settled it as dinner for two.

In fact, in the past few months, Leon discovered that this body still has many advantages, such as being easy to support and not having any requirements for the quality of life. He has a large appetite, is not picky about food, and has a good physical foundation. As long as he lives regularly, his health will recover quickly.

And Leon actually has good cooking skills. Although he is limited to making some family dishes such as burgers, sandwiches, fried sausages, and tortillas, his skills are really good.

Because Leon's mother used to work in a restaurant, little Leon often went to the restaurant's kitchen to get some food, and learned a lot from the chefs in those kitchens. Later, my mother passed away and went to the home of my adoptive parents. After becoming an adult, I chose to live alone. For many years, I had to rely on myself to solve the problem of eating.

"Where do I sleep at night?" Leon asked as he cleared the plates after finishing the chicken sandwich he made.

Khomeinis, who had just recovered from the embarrassment of condoms, suddenly became nervous and speechless. She is not a shy girl. Known for being spicy, but it was the first time she found herself blushing so easily in front of Leon.

"Uh...I...you can sleep in my study, there is a small folding bed..." Khomeinis thought for a long time before she remembered that she had planned for Leon to sleep in her study at the beginning.

After dinner, he went to Leon to clean up everything, asked Khomeinis about the room, and went in to rest. There are four rooms on the second floor, two for Khomeinis and two for Morena. Khomeinis occupies a bedroom and a study, and Morena uses a bedroom and a children's room—she transformed it into a It has its own large storage room.

Leon was already somewhat used to the life of resting at 7:30 every day. During the two months in prison, he had dinner every day, and soon he would go back to his classroom and turn off the lights to sleep. This is unbelievable for people in modern cities. At 7:30, the nightlife has just begun.

Khomeinis is also a person who likes nightlife. She spends a lot of time in college. When the night falls, the excitement begins. She will go to the best bar in Boston with a group of sisters to have fun for three hours. Then I watched some of my friends go on dates with their boyfriends, and some had a one-night fling with men they met by chance, while she would drag her tired body home and lie on the bed to sleep well and prepare for class tomorrow.

But Leon lived in her house, and Khomeinis had no intention of going out at all. Several friends knew that she would come back tonight and called her to ask her out. Khomeinis thought that she had just returned from Marshfield too Tired and need a rest and refused.

Just like that, Khomeinis sat on the bed in her bedroom in a daze, neither watching TV nor reading, just thinking wildly in her mind, wondering what Leon was doing now, and whether he would knock on the door later Come to find yourself?

Thinking of this, Khomeinis hurriedly sat up from the bed, and gently opened the door that was originally locked. She usually locks the door when she sleeps.

After a while, there was no movement in the study next door. Khomeinis felt restless, and she didn't know what she was expecting. An unemployed vagrant who had known each other for a few days, who seemed to have been in prison, He didn't even have the money to stay in a hotel for one night, so he brazenly ate and stayed at the girl's house.

But when these things were put on Leon, it seemed to come naturally. Khomeinis recalled the short and simple time with Leon. She could not feel any negative things from this man. The tainted past seemed to be cut off from his personality.

Khomeinis liked his cool demeanor, outspoken personality, easy-going attitude, and of course, his charming eyes and beautiful face of mixed race—that was what attracted Khomeinis in the first place.

Finally, Khomeinis couldn't sit still anymore. For two hours, from 7:30 to 9:30, there was no movement in the study next door, and her roommate Morena didn't come back. is not going home.

Although she was a little shy in front of Leon, Khomeinis was a daring person. Since she liked Leon and let him live at home, she couldn't waste such a good opportunity.

She jumped up from the bed, took off her baggy T-shirt, and picked out a midriff-baring camisole from her closet, a tight top she wore while cheerleading to frame her curves perfectly.

Then she took off her jeans, revealing two long legs that she was proud of. She was nearly 6 feet tall and her legs were terribly long. She found several short skirts and shorts from the closet and tried them on in front of the mirror. , but she was still dissatisfied. In the end, she was so heartbroken that she didn't wear pants at all, and left a pair of underwear, pretending that she had just gotten out of bed.

Khomeinis took a deep breath and adjusted, opened her door, tiptoed to the study, and knocked on the door lightly a few times.

There was no response, and it looked like Leon might have fallen asleep.

Khomeinis gently turned the doorknob, but the door was unlocked. She pushed the door open, and it was pitch black, only the moonlight leaking from the window illuminated the floor. After four or five seconds, Khomeinis eyes After getting used to the darkness, he realized that Leon didn't sleep on the bed at all, but lay down on the ground with a blanket to sleep.

Khomeinis suddenly felt a tightness in her heart, and then felt a little bitter. It turned out that Leon didn't even want to sleep in his own bed. Could it be because of the condom on the table?

Just when Khomeinis was about to close the door and walk away, Leon's voice came, and he asked, "What's the matter, Miss Khomeinis?"

Khomeinis was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say, so she said casually, "I want to find a book to read before going to bed..."

Leon got up and turned on the light, and the room suddenly lit up, and he asked again: "Which book do you want to read?" He asked as if the study room and the books in it belonged to him.

Khomeinis replied without thinking, "Stephen King's 'Heart of Atlantis' seems to be on my bookshelf."

The Heart of Atlantis is Steve King's new bestseller last year. Khomeinis bought it a long time ago but left it on the shelf without looking at it, and it was covered in dust. This is the first thing that came to her mind. book.

Leon nodded. He came back to his senses and took out a book from the leftmost position in the third row of the bookshelf. He walked to the door and reached Khomeinis's hand. Heart.

Khomeinis didn't know how Leon knew that the book was there, she took the book and wanted to turn around and leave, but her feet seemed to be fixed on the ground, and finally she asked, "Why don't you sleep?" On the bed instead of sleeping on the floor? Don’t you want to sleep in my bed?”

Leon obviously didn't expect Khomeinis to ask such a question, he was a little surprised, but seeing Khomeinis' angry expression, Leon understood what she meant.

He turned around, and then took off his upper body T-shirt in front of Khomeinis, revealing a broad and solid back. At first Khomeinis was a little surprised, not knowing what Leon wanted to do. After a while, I took a closer look, only to find that there were several scars on Leon's back, which were the marks left by him when he hung out on the streets of Boston.

Then Leon got dressed and said to Khomeinis: "When the scars on my back are almost healed, I can lie in bed and sleep, but the warm mattress will make my wounds itch, so I prefer Sleeping on the cold ground. When I was in prison, I would take the wool pad off the bed and sleep on a hard wooden board, because only sleeping on a hard place can my back not hurt. Khomeinis, you The bed was too warm and soft.”

When Khomeinis heard Leon's explanation, she had the urge to burst into tears. She endured it and said to Leon with the book in her hand: "Maybe...maybe...it will be better if you lay a mat..."

Leon nodded, pulled a mattress from the bed and spread it on the floor, then smiled and said: "Thank you, and also, your figure is really beautiful, especially your long legs. But I hope you don't catch a cold."

After hearing Leon's words, Khomeinis blushed like a big apple.

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