South Grant was all dressed up at this mont, still in her jeans and T-shirt.
Nathan Foster bought her pajamas, and they were ridiculously tacky—a silk spaghetti strap style.
So, South Grant simply wore the clothes she usually wore out.
South Grant looked into the bedroom and found there was no place for her to sleep.
Nathan Foster didn’t have the decency to give up the bed for her.
South Grant simply went outside and laid down on the sofa in the hall.
When Nathan Foster put down the magazine, he saw South Grant just walking to the sofa.
"Co over here." Nathan Foster called out in a low, steady voice.
Although South Grant didn’t want to, she reluctantly went over.
When she reached Nathan Foster’s side, he pointed to the other side of the bed and said:
"Sleep next to ."
"..." South Grant’s heart was breaking at this point, "You said to be together, but not sleep together!"
"Is there a difference?" Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow at her, and seeing the look on her face, he squinted slightly, "Is your idea of ’sleeping together’ different from mine?"
"No difference, no difference..." South Grant quickly scurried to the other side and obediently lay down.
Fortunately, Foster’s bed was big enough for each of them to have their own side, with room for another three or four people in between.
The safe distance was more than enough!
He just wanted to subtly make her used to being by his side, so she wouldn’t be able to leave him.
Really, haha.
He couldn’t subtly change her in ten years in a past life, let alone now.
Nathan Foster glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing it was already one in the morning.
"Tomorrow, wash up quickly and be in bed by twelve from now on."
South Grant had slept too much during the day, so she wasn’t tired just yet.
Nathan Foster reached out and turned off the light. He didn’t even have a bedside lamp, so it was pitch black.
"Why must I be in bed by twelve?" She didn’t rember Nathan Foster having this rule in a past life.
"Staying up late stunts growth." Nathan Foster’s voice ca from the other side of the bed in the darkness.
South Grant was very surprised, "You’re twenty-six this year, you still need a second growth spurt?"
If a man has growth issues... sothing might be small...
South Grant seed to hear the sound of teeth grinding in the dark.
She was recalling that Nathan Foster’s thing was quite large in the past life, no need for growth.
At this mont, she suddenly felt weight on her body, making it hard to breathe.
South Grant’s heart sank, was Foster going to be rough?
"The growth issue is about you!" Nathan Foster said through gritted teeth from above her.
"Oh, oh, oh!" South Grant didn’t dare argue further.
Afraid he’d "get rough"!
Finally, they both went to sleep.
South Grant was pushed all the way to the edge, perhaps too many stimulating things happened today, even her dreams were unusually vivid.
She dreamt she was in the entertainnt industry, a guest on a variety show.
"Miss Grant, when you first debuted, soone claid your bra cup wasn’t even an A. Why do you have a perfect golden bust now? Did you have surgery?"
South Grant was just thinking the host was too audacious and refused to answer when Nathan Foster appeared out of nowhere.
"I raised her from a young age, trained her myself. Do you have a problem with that?" Nathan Foster’s voice was cold and he raised an eyebrow at the host.
The host was a sycophant, "No problem, no problem, Commander Foster has quite the skill!"
Quite the skill...
South Grant thought she’d never be able to look at that term the sa way again!
Just when she felt her wisdom was dood to ruin—
Thud...
South Grant fell off the bed and woke up!
ps: Should there be more updates at six in the afternoon?
I need kisses, hugs, lifting high, comnts, votes, collection, and five-star reviews!
That way there’ll be daily updates, watching Foster’s "excellent skills" together!
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