Don't Touch Me with Your Dirty Hands!

These days, he did not sleep well. He had intended to close his eyes for a nap, but he almost fell asleep.

"Seeing how tired you are, I don't want to wake you up." Viola smiled, "Leroy, didn't you sleep well these days? You don't look very good."

"I'm fine."

"Leroy, I know a little about how to massage. How about I give you a massage to make you have a good rest?"

Viola reached out to touch his head as she spoke. He turned his head and avoided her hands, "It doesn't matter. I will sleep at home after work."

She froze there awkwardly.

He sat up straight and asked, "What's up?"

Viola finally reacted and offered Leroy the coffee, "This is the coffee I just made. It can refresh your mind."

Leroy nodded and took a sip.

At that time, Leroy's phone suddenly rang. He picked it up, nodded, and hung up.

He placed his phone on the desk and looked up at her, "Are you free tonight?"

Viola was stunned for a moment, "No, what's wrong?"