When Leon had cleaned the living room in about twenty minutes, Khomemenez realized that this guy might really have a talent for being a cleaner.

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

After cutting off this unproductive idea, Leon helped clean the refrigerator again, and made a few sandwiches from dry bread, cheese, chicken thighs, and lettuce in the refrigerator, which were solved as dinner for two.

In fact, in the past few months, Leon found that this body still has many advantages, such as being easy to feed and having no requirements for the quality of life. The amount of food is large, not picky eater, and the physical foundation is very good, as long as the life is regular, the health recovery is fast.

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

Because Leon's mother worked in a restaurant in the past, little Leon often went to the kitchen of the restaurant to get some food, and as a result, he learned a lot from the chefs in those kitchens. Later, my mother died and went to my adoptive parents' house, and when I became an adult, I chose to live alone, and I had to rely on myself to solve my diet problems for many years.

"Where do I sleep at night?" Leon asked as he finished his chicken sandwich and cleaned up his plate.

Khamenez, who had just recovered from the embarrassment of the condom, was suddenly nervous and speechless, she was not a shy and shy girl, as the head of the cheerleading team, she had always been known for her enthusiasm and heat, but in front of Leon for the first time she found herself so easy to blush.

"Uh... I... You can sleep in my study, which has a small folding bed......" Khamenes thought for a long time before remembering, at first she had thought about letting Leon sleep in her study.

After eating, I went to Leon to clean up everything, asked Ayatollah Khomeiniz about the room, and went in to rest. On the second floor there were four rooms, two each for Holmenes and Morena, with Holmenes occupying a bedroom and a study, and Morena using a bedroom and a children's room, which she converted into her own large wardrobe.

Leon had become somewhat accustomed to a life of rest at half past seven every day, and during his two months in prison, after dinner every day, he would soon go back to his room to turn off the lights and go to bed. It's a bit incredible for people in the modern city, and at half past seven, the nightlife is just beginning.

Ayatollah Khomeinith is also a nightlife lover, and she spends a lot of time in college, and when night falls, she and a group of sisters go to Boston's best bar for three hours, and then watch her friends continue to date their boyfriends, and some of the men they meet in Pingshui have a night of love, while she drags her tired body home and lies in bed to sleep well and prepare for class tomorrow.

But Leon stayed at her house, and Khamenes didn't have the heart to go out and play, and several friends knew that she would come back tonight and called her to ask her out, but Holmenes refused on the grounds that she had just returned from Marshfield and was too tired to rest.

In this way, Khomeenes sat on the bed in her bedroom in a daze, neither watching TV nor reading, but thinking in her head, thinking for a moment what Leon was doing now, and for a while wondering if he would knock on the door to find her.

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

After a while, there was no movement in the study next door, and Khomemenes felt impetuous, and she didn't know what she was expecting, a jobless vagrant who had known him for a few days, who seemed to have squatted in prison, and who had no money for a night in a hotel, and cheekily ate and lived at a girl's house.

But all these things seemed to come naturally to Leon, and Holmenez reminisced about the brief and simple time she spent with Leon, and she felt nothing negative about this man, whose tainted past seemed to be severed from his personality.

Ayatollah Khomeenez liked his cool temperament, his outspoken personality, his generous and neat attitude, and, of course, his attractive eyes and the beautiful face of a half-race child - that was the first thing that attracted Ayatollah Khomeenez.

Finally, Khomemenes could not sit still, and for two full hours, from half-past seven to half-past nine, there was no movement at all in the study next door, and her roommate Morena did not come back, and she would not come home until twelve o'clock.

Although he was a little shy in front of Leon, Khomeenez was a daring person, and since he liked Leon and let him live in the house, he couldn't waste such a good opportunity.

She jumped out of bed, took off her voluminous T-shirt, and picked out a cropped camisole from her closet, the tight top she wore when she was cheerleading, to perfectly frame her curves.

Then she took off her jeans, revealing two long legs that she was proud of, and she was nearly 6 feet tall with terrible legs, and she found several short skirts and shorts from the closet, and tried them in front of the mirror, but she was never satisfied, and finally she was so distracted that she didn't wear pants at all, but left a pair of underwear, pretending to have just gotten out of bed.

Khomeenes took a deep breath and adjusted, opened her door, tiptoed to her study, and knocked lightly.

There was no response, and it seemed likely that Leon had fallen asleep.

Khomeenes gently pulled the doorknob, the door was not locked, she pushed the door open, it was dark inside, only the moonlight leaking through the window illuminated the floor, after four or five seconds Khomeenez's eyes adjusted to the darkness, only to find that Leon was not sleeping on the bed at all, but lying on the ground with a blanket to sleep.

Khamenez 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, was it because of the sleeve on the table?

Just as Khomemenis was about to close the door and walk away, Leon's voice was heard, and he asked, "Is there something wrong, Miss Khomenes?" ”

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

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

Without much thought, Khomeenes replied, "Stephen King's 'Heart of Atlantis' seems to be on my bookshelf. ”

The Heart of Atlantis is Steve King's new bestseller last year, and the first thing that comes to mind is that Homenes bought it early but left it on the shelf and never looked at it.

Leon nodded, and he pulled a book from the far left of the third row of the shelves, walked to the door, and landed it in Khomeenes' hand, which was the Heart of Atlantis.

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

Leon obviously didn't expect Khomeenez to ask such a question, he was a little surprised, but looking at Khomeenez's somewhat angry expression, Leon somewhat understood what she meant.

He turned around, and then took off his upper T-shirt in front of Ayatollah Holmenez, revealing a broad, solid back, and at first Holmenes was a little surprised, not knowing what Leon wanted to do. After a short period of closer inspection, he realized that Leon had several scars on his back, which were the marks he had left on the streets of Boston.

Leon then got dressed and said to Holmenez: "When the scar on my back is almost healed, I can sleep in bed, but the warm mattress makes my wound itch, so I prefer to sleep on the cold ground." When I was in prison, I would remove the wool pads from the bed and sleep on a hardwood plank, because only by sleeping in a hard place would my lower back not hurt. Khomeenes, your bed is too warm and soft. ”

When Khomemenez heard Leon's explanation, she felt the urge to burst into tears, but she held it back, holding the book in her hand and saying to Leon: "Maybe... Maybe... It's better for you to lay a mat than ......."

Leon nodded, ripped off a mattress from the bed and laid it on the ground, then smiled and said, "Thank you, and besides, your figure is so beautiful, especially your long legs." I hope you don't catch a cold, though. ”

Listening to Leon's words, Khomeenez's face blushed like a big apple.