371 256: Competing for favor with the moon_3

Occupying Amelia Cobb's 1.6-meter bed.

As soon as Christopher Robinson lay down on the already small bed, there was no extra space.

Amelia stood by the bed, looking at Christopher, and pushed him slightly. The man, half-narrowing his eyes, glanced at her. Amelia asked faintly, "President Robinson, is the bed small?"

The man closed his eyes again, and his voice was hoarse, "Not small."

"Hard?"

"Not hard."

Amelia's words wanted Christopher to go back to Orchard Garden, but this person had already figured out Amelia's thoughts.

The so-called, an army trying to block the water.

At this time, Amelia especially believed in a saying, the reason why men live longer is because they pretend to be deaf and mute.

"I think it's small," Amelia continued.

"I can suffer and squeeze with you," Christopher said, as he moved over.

Amelia:........

"Christopher Robinson......"