Davis holds Alisa and presses her on the bed. "Yes, she did say changing the sheets, but she changed the sheets in her room, not mine. What are you thinking about?"
"Where is her room?"
"Downstairs!"
Davis finishes and kisses deeply. Alisa struggles to shirk. "No, I haven't had my teeth cleaned yet!"
"Hey, neither have I."
Davis tastes the sweetness between her lips and teeth, with a fragrance of apple. He likes her taste, without any impurities.
This is her original favor. The breath he likes encroaches on his mouth again and again.
Just halfway through the kiss, there is a sharp knock on the door.
There is a flash of anger in Davis's black eyes. Whoever fucks so disrespectful comes to bother him at this time.
The knock on the door keeps ringing, and Davis is immersed in the entanglement with the beautiful woman, not wanting to pull out.
Alisa pushes him away. "It's like Jordan's voice. Go out and have a look!"
Someone with a look of dissatisfaction, stretches out his hands and tosses the clothes thrown by the bed, casually drapes over his body, opens the door and goes out.
"Are you looking for death?"
Davis's voice contains strong dissatisfaction.
Alisa sweats heavily. It's really bad luck to do something for such a grumpy boss. You have to be scolded at every turn.
She doesn't know what Jordan says. Davis's anger suddenly subsides, and his voice decreases.
After a while, Davis comes in and changes in the dressing room.
After getting dressed neatly, Davis walks to Alisa. "I'm going out for a while, you go to sleep first."
He lowers his head and kisses her on the forehead, kissing without any pornographic elements. It is a rare tenderness.
Alisa's heart moves slightly. "Where are you going?"
Davis chuckles his lips and reaches out and rubs her long, soft black hair. "Don't think about it. Go to sleep."
Davis's tall figure soon disappears behind the door.
The door closes slightly, blocking Alisa's view.
She's sleepless. It's so late. What's Davis going out to do?
Alisa thinks about it carefully, and finds that she knows nothing about Davis's world from beginning to end.
In addition to this villa, there is a company owned by ST and she knows no more about Davis.
Alisa sits up in her pajamas and steps on the floor barefoot.
She is just brought in by Davis. She doesn't feel anything. Now she's barefoot on the ground, and she realizes there's a change.
The carpet here is replaced by wool blanket, which is more soft and warm.
Alisa sits at the head of the bed and opens the drawer. There is a stack of photos in it. She takes them out and puts them on the bed. She looks at them one by one.
Some of these photos are on the front, some are on the side and some are only half body.
Some are in primary school, some are in junior high school, and the last few are in University.
There are more than a dozen photos. There is only one heroine in the middle of all the photos. Alisa can see clearly that it is herself.
Alisa is shocked. How could Davis have these pictures?
Did he pay attention to her from more than ten years ago and find someone to track her?
Why didn't she find out when she lived here before?
However, there was some joy in her amazement. It seems that he cares about her, or he will not have kept so many photos.
Alisa thinks about it, then she dials the intercom phone and says, "Ann, come up here!"
Three minutes later, Ann walks in with a smile. "Miss Alisa, what can I do for you?"
Alisa smiles and sits in the white soft sofa across the bed, holding a pillow and laughing, "Ann, you have done so many things for me, thank you so much, come here and have a talk with you."
Ann holds her hands tightly, stands in front of Alisa and shakes her head with a smile. She says, "Miss Alisa, I've only done my duty. You are welcome."
"Ha ha, you don't have to be constrained. According to your age, I have to call you auntie. Come and sit down!"
Ann laughs and walks to Alisa's side and sits down next to the edge of the sofa.
"I've been with Davis for so long, and I don't know much about his family, Ann, do you know?"
Ann blinks. "Master Davis has two brothers. They are all abroad. I haven't seen them before!"
"Miss Alisa, why do you ask?"
"Well, nothing. By the way, when did the carpet change?"
"It was changed before you come back. The young master said you always like to run barefoot, so he specially asks to change the soft wool blanket."
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