Hendrix replied before I could say anything. "She's busy!"
On the other end of the line, Monique fell into silence. After a short while, she finally found her voice and said, "I asked them to put it at the doorstep. It shouldn't be too far away."
"I'm on top of her now. Do you still think she can go to the front door?" He asked through his gritted teeth.
I was flustered.
Apparently, Monique felt the same too. The other end of the phone was silent for quite a long while, then it turned into a busy tone. She probably didn't know what to say either, so she hung up directly.
Hendrix switched off the phone and stared at me with a sullen face, not saying a word.
I knew he was angry, but that was all I knew.
After hitting the home run, I was almost drained empty of energy. It really didn't feel comfortable being forced into doing it.
Half-closing his eyes, Hendrix circled me in his arms. He was motionless. "You should get
up and take a shower."
"I don't want to move."
I was tired and in pain. I really didn't want to move.
Perhaps because he was satisfied, he had calmed down a lot. Hendrix gave a peck on the corner of my lips and said a sentence seemingly innocent, "You have to exercise more in the future."
I closed my eyes and didn't have the strength to respond to him.
I didn't want to take a shower, but my body was sticky from the sweat. It was uncomfortable.
Therefore, I got up and headed into the bathroom after lying in his embrace for a while. I gasped in pain when the warm water hit my body and irritated the swelling part. After a quick shower, I laid on the bed and closed my eyes to take a nap.
Maybe it was because I just had a vigorous activity, I was very sleepy. When Hendrix came out of the bathroom, I was already almost asleep.
I vaguely knew that he went out after he hugged me for some more time.
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