Chapter 159 It's your fault

At night, when I am sleeping, someone suddenly gets into my bed. His warm body clings to my back. Wayne Gilbert fondles me tenderly and finally puts his hand on my abdomen. I yawn, turn around, get closer to him. Smelling the taste of him, my stomach is very uncomfortable. I retch in the garbage can. Wayne Gilbert quickly turns on the bedside lamp. He frowns, “Why do you retch so much? Let’s go to the hospital.” “I’m fine. It’s normal.” I take a sip of the water at the head of the bed,...