The Whip of the God of Basketball

　　 When Leon spent almost twenty minutes cleaning the living room, Khomeinis discovered that this guy might really have a talent for being a cleaner.

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

　　 After cutting off this vain idea, Leon helped clean up the refrigerator again, and made a few sandwiches with dry bread, cheese, chicken thighs and lettuce in the refrigerator, which was settled as a dinner for two.

　　 In fact, in the past few months, Leon discovered that this body still has many advantages, such as being easy to feed, and there is no requirement for the quality of life. The appetite is big, not picky eaters, the body is very good, as long as the regular life is healthy and the recovery is fast.

　　 And Leon has a good cooking skills. Although he is limited to some family dishes such as burgers, sandwiches, fried sausages, and tortillas, the skills are really good.

　　Because Leon’s mother used to work in a restaurant, little Leon often went to the restaurant’s kitchen to get something to eat, and learned a lot from those kitchen chefs. Later, my mother passed away and went to the home of adoptive parents. When she became an adult, she chose to live as a person. For many years, she had to rely on herself to solve food problems.

　　 "Where do I sleep at night?" Leon asked as he cleaned up the plate after eating the chicken sandwich he made.

Khomeinis, who had just been relieved from the embarrassment of the set, suddenly became nervous and speechless. She is not a shy girl, as the leader of the cheerleader with long legs, she has always been passionate. Known for being spicy, she found herself blushing so easily for the first time in front of Leon.

　　 "Uh...I...you can sleep in my study, where there is a small folding bed..." Khomeinis thought for a long time before remembering. At the beginning, she wanted to let Leon sleep in her study.

　　 After eating, I went to Leon to clean up everything, asked Khomeinis about the room, and went in to rest. There are four rooms on the second floor, two each for Khomeinis and Morena. Khomeinis occupies one bedroom and one study, while Morena uses one bedroom and one children’s room-she transformed it into Has its own large locker room.

　　 Leon has become accustomed to a life of rest at 7:30 every day. After eating dinner every day for two months in prison, he will soon return to his classroom to turn off the lights and sleep. This is unbelievable for people in modern cities. At half past seven, the nightlife has just begun.

Khomeinis is also a person who likes nightlife. She has a lot of time in college. When night falls is the beginning of the excitement, she and a group of sisters will go to the best bar in Boston and have fun for three hours. Then I watched some of my friends continue dating with their boyfriends, and some men who met Pingshui were in love all night, and she would drag her tired body home and lay down on the bed to sleep well and prepare for class tomorrow.

But Leon lived in her house. Khomeinis didn’t even bother to go out. Several friends knew that she was back tonight and called her to ask her. Khomeinis thought that she had just returned from Marshfield. Tired and needed a rest and refused.

Just like that, Khomeinis sat in a daze on the bed in her bedroom, neither watching TV nor reading, just thinking about it in her head, thinking about what Leon is doing now, and thinking about whether he will knock on the door later. Come find yourself?

　　 Thinking of this, Khomeinis hurriedly sat up from the bed and gently opened the door that was originally locked. She would lock the door when she slept.

After a while, there was no movement in the study next door. Khomeinis felt impetuous. She didn't know what she was expecting. A vagrant who had known each other for a few days seemed to have been in prison. She didn't even have the money to stay in a hotel for one night, so she cheekily stayed at the girl's house.

But when these things were put on Leon, it seemed to be natural. Khomeinis recalled the short and simple time with Leon. She could not feel negative things from this person. He had The stained past seemed to be separated from his personality.

　　 Khomeinis likes his cool temperament, outspoken personality, generous and neat attitude, and of course, the charming eyes and the beautiful face of the mixed race-that is the first thing that attracted Khomeinis.

Finally, Khomeinis couldn't sit still. From 7:30 to 9:30, for two hours, there was no movement at all in the study room next door, and her roommate Morena did not come back. She was before 12 o'clock. Won't go home.

　　 Although he was a little shy in front of Leon, Khomeinis was a dare to do something. Since he likes Leon and let him live at home, she can't waste such a good opportunity.

　　 She jumped up from the bed, took off her wide upper T-shirt, and picked out a cordless camisole from the closet. This was the tight top she wore when she was cheerleading. It could perfectly outline her curves.

Then she took off her jeans and revealed two proud long legs. She was close to 6 feet tall. Her legs were terribly long. She found several short skirts and shorts from the closet and tried them in front of the mirror. , But always dissatisfied, in the end, she was heartbroken and she didn't wear pants at all, leaving a pair of close-fitting underwear, pretending to have just got up from the bed.

　　 Khomeinis took a deep breath and adjusted it, opened the door of her room, tiptoedly approached the study, and knocked gently on the door.

　　 There is no response, it seems that Leon is probably already asleep.

Khomeinis gently flipped the doorknob, and the door was unlocked. She pushed open the door, and it was completely dark inside. Only the moonlight leaking from the window illuminated the floor. After four or five seconds, Khomeinis eyes After adapting to the darkness, he discovered that Leon did not sleep on the bed at all, but lay on the ground with a blanket to sleep.

　　 Khomeinis suddenly felt a tight heart, and then felt a little bitter. It turned out that Leon didn't even want to sleep in his bed. Is it because of the set on the table?

　　 Just when Khomeinis was about to close the door and walk away, Leon's voice came. He asked, "What's the matter, Miss Khomeinis?"

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

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

　　 Khomeinis didn’t think much, and replied, “Stephen King’s'Heart of Atlantis' seems to be on my bookshelf.”

The Heart of Atlantis is Steve King’s new best-selling book last year. Khomeinis bought it very early but kept it on the shelf and didn’t look at it. This was the first thing she remembered in her mind. Book.

Leon nodded. He returned to his senses and pulled out a book from the leftmost position of the third row of the bookshelf. He walked to the door and reached Khomeinis's hand. It was the one of Atlantis. heart.

　　 Khomeinis didn’t know how Leon knew that the book was in that location, UU read www.uukanshu. After receiving the book, she wanted to turn around and leave, but her feet were fixed on the ground, and finally she asked: "Why don't you sleep on the bed and sleep on the ground? Don't you want to sleep on my bed?"

　　 Leon obviously didn't expect Khomeinis to ask such a question. He was a little surprised, but watching Khomeinis's angry expression, Leon somewhat understood what she meant.

　　 He turned around, and then took off his upper body T-shirt in front of Khomeinis, revealing a broad and solid back. At first Khomeinis was a little surprised, wondering what Leon wanted to do. After a short while, I took a closer look and found that Leon had several scars on his back, which were the marks he left when he was fighting on the streets of Boston.

Then Leon put on his clothes and said to Khomeinis: "When the scars on my back are pretty good, I can sleep on the bed, but the warm mattress makes my wounds itchy, so I prefer Sleep on the cold ground. When I was in prison, I would take off the bed mat and sleep on a hardwood board, because only in a hard place, my waist would not hurt. Khomeinis, you The bed is too warm and soft."

　　 Khomeinis heard Leon’s explanation, there was an urge to burst into tears, she still endured it, holding the book in her hand, and said to Leon: "Maybe...maybe...it would be better for you to make a cushion..."

　　 Leon nodded, pulled a mattress from the bed and spread it on the floor, then smiled and said, "Thank you, and you are so beautiful, especially your long legs. But I hope you don’t catch a cold."

　　 After hearing Leon’s words, Khomeinis blushed like a big apple.

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