The next morning, Jason opened his eyes with difficulty amid the incessant sound of the alarm clock.
Tired------This was the first feeling Jason had after waking up. I don't know what stimulated Sean last night. Not only did he abnormally ask to be on top, but he also did it twice in a row... Poor Jason was not skilled at being on the bottom, and after being tormented by Sean, he now had backaches and weakness in his limbs. The part below that was a little overused was even more sore... Jason supported his waist and slowly sat up. While adapting to the discomfort of his body, he began to wonder: What happened to Sean yesterday? There was no smell of alcohol in his mouth, so he should not have drunk alcohol; was he drugged? That shouldn't be the case! They shouldn't have gone to a bar or something like that yesterday, right? Besides, even if they did, Sean would not have fallen for it with his alertness! What's more, his speech was normal, and he didn't look like he was drugged. Did he encounter something unhappy when investigating the case yesterday? ......
Just when he was puzzled, Sean walked into the bedroom from outside. Seeing Jason, he subconsciously paused, and his face seemed to be slightly red.
"I've already prepared breakfast," Sean said softly. Seeing Jason rubbing his waist with his hands, he couldn't help but ask, "How is it? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?..."
"It's okay." Jason took his hand off his waist, raised it and waved to Sean, "Sean, come here."
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