Jack gave Reyman a knife eye, and Reyman turned around, not daring to ask anymore.
Major, you're too fierce.
Alright, he had already imagined a series of impure stories. He wouldn't hear any impure sounds tonight, would he?
He was a proper military officer, so why did he have to suffer like this?
Why did he let him know that his superior was fooling around with the enemy's military officer?
Was he going to report this?
There was no bed in the study. The entire wall was filled with bookshelves, and there were many books on the bookshelves. The owner loved to read, so the study was decorated very warmly. The floor was covered with a pure white wool carpet. It would not be a problem for Jack to make do with him for the night. When they were training, they could even sleep on the branches, and he would send and receive emails in front of the computer.
