"Boss Locke."
"Hmm."
Nora Hart lay beside Andrew Locke, her white fingertips fiddling with the blanket: "Didn't your ex-girlfriend ever teach you that when a girl is on her period, you should help rub her belly?"
Andrew Locke sighed, moved closer to Nora Hart, and his warm hands rubbed gently on her stomach.
She sighed comfortably.
Just like a ragdoll at home, she wanted to stretch out her limbs comfortably and wag her tail.
"Before going to sleep, you complained I was too warm and asked me to move away from you."
"Did I?" She wouldn't admit it.
Andrew Locke didn't argue with her. Nora Hart's mouth, even ghosts would be afraid: "When will this movie be finished?"
"It depends on whether Boss Locke is efficient or not."
"How so?"