Tom was silent for three seconds, then hummed. "Are you stupid? If you want coffee in the middle of the night, brew it yourself or call the service staff, not me!"
When those words finished, Tom hung up immediately.
There was something wrong with the staff!
...
The next day, Alex was up before seven in the morning.
When he opened the blanket, his movement suddenly stopped. He looked at the blanket, then took on a strange expression.
This kind of thing rarely happened to him.
There were traces of dryness on the sheets, it was clear that it was someone else's doing.
Alex pursed his lips for a moment, then began to dress quietly.
He thought, maybe because his mind was stimulated by what his brothers did to their women yesterday, so he had a wet dream.
Pushing the car's door open, the bright sunlight outside fell on him directly.