Roy Thompson was about to ask her what she wanted to confess when the woman shook her head, then said, "No, no, that's not right, I've already confessed, I want to sleep now!"
Roy Thompson: "..."
When did she confess?
Wasn't he the one who was always confessing?
"Brother Roy, let's roll in the bed sheet together!"
While Roy Thompson was still staring dumbfounded at that drunken face, the woman's hand reached up to his neck, and soon her face followed, pressing up close, her lips carrying the rich aroma of red wine unexpectedly made their move, "Brother Roy, let's roll in the bed sheet, okay?"
The last word 'okay' dragged out long, tinged with an indistinct grievance, as though she was the one who had been desperately seeking to sleep and never succeeding!
Her small face was the epitome of innocence, despite bearing a seductive beauty it somehow had a pure and harmless air, and even such embarrassingly feminine words were spoken with such innocence!
