This so-called "pain" was what left her waist aching and her legs so weak she still couldn't close them together today!
If he doesn't sleep on the couch, where else is he supposed to sleep!
So she opened her mouth and kicked the big boss out directly: "Mr. President, hurry up and go sleep on the couch. You're really not all that welcome in here."
"..." Someone looked at her.
Then, extremely unwilling, he walked out of the bedroom and went to sleep on the couch in the living room.
There was a blanket on the couch, and two throw pillows.
Eva Nightingale was wearing a bathrobe, his tall, straight body flopping right onto the sofa. His long arms were pillowed behind his head, as if he was thinking about something.
But then again, who would have thought that a big boss this powerful, the almighty man on top of the world, would actually be kicked out to sleep on the couch by his "little wifey" at home!
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Time passed, and a full month went by.
